Monday, May 24, 2010


Beneath the folding hands of Heaven
Underlying provocation within the sky
Anticipation of the revelation
Within my own disguise
In realization of wanton
To dancing in the rain
Celebration of joy and sorrow
The bliss of knowing pain
Crows invade my inner mind
Along the Oregon coast
Where trees speak only to me
My sight of a shadowing ghost
Solitude a cherished thing
From childhood dreams
Not yet realized
In such things concealed
From whence it had materialized

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(Inspired by IsaacLonetree)