Sunday, January 29, 2012

on what isn't known yet

Shaken dew from awakening buds
An ocean spills from her eyes
rapture filled shadows, discoveries
of a sprinkling heart

In long drops
a new spirit fire
reclaims place
In vivid swarms of pinpoint accuracy


No seams ending, no ghosts
Here where the sun climbs out with
ancient thirsting eyes



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10 comments:

Whatever said...

and now I know
I love this
xo

zonedin said...

It almost seems like spring;~)

Psycho Babbling Basher said...

Damn it, I missed your poetry River. Love this piece.

Beyond said...

:)

Nadya said...

An ocean spills from her eyes

Here where the sun climbs out with
ancient thirsting eyes

Loved this!

The Dreamer said...

<3 hey there :D Missing your words hehe

Anonymous said...

So good. :)

Arian Tejano said...

"swarms of pinpoint accuracy" and that's a brilliant image.

rivercat said...

thanks all for stopping by and comments
:)

Brittany said...

Never seen so much description.
Amazing.