Tides

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June 7, 2009

Tides

 
In a rush
of emotion
our eyes
become
small ponds.

Quivering in
midsummer's tides
they stream
along
the vine of stars

then dry
in morning's
grace,
becoming
grass and sky.

Comments

ah how lovely. thank you

ah how lovely. thank you for this.

"With great power comes great responsibility." - Stan Lee (via Peter Parker)

gratitude

Thank you for reading.
I'm honoured by your words.

Stace Tussel

dry grace

I agree, lovely.

grace indeed

You have a delicate capacity for rarefication

'A weed in the narcissist's garden'