Saturday, March 31, 2012

Adjusting to spring

quickly disguises
turned to arousal and
the fleshy substance

becomes a physical
being and gleans an imagination

as wind blown
clouds slowly
shower in gentle infatuation
the spirit assigned to carry the
stars over earth



Whatever said...

how can I relate
the otherside of the universe turns too slowly
hiding what I want
shadows to ash
that I was, or am
becoming less real
yet still Breathing
the rain falls all over me
wetting this desire
to burn
at the heart of the sun.

Jyoti Mishra said...

so beautifully u have expressed that !!

We have summer here in India, and it feels so soothing to read about spring :)

Nadya said...

Light grows less,
resting deeper
as cold hands reach to hearth and bone.

This is our weather right now. It is suppose to be autumn, but it is instantly cold. Seasons are required and I understand the need to rest, so I bear winter and look for the moments of beauty that sparkle even here.

I love your words though, bringing some warmth and light into this side of the world.

rivercat said...

thanks for all the amazing comments :)

zonedin said...

I don't know.....It's sort of arousing!