Sunday 12 February 2012

Greenery

The lines we make
ripples upon the tide of knowing
here in this sweetness
of the dance 

towards
moving
dipping
in between each sequence
as silent reverie

Couer de lion
beats
the heavy drum
deep with the shelter of love

raindrops beat
upon the greenery of newness
upon the shoots that sprout their heads
above the glades 
of grass
beneath our feet

shake us from our fortitude
reverie of truth
find the secret hiding place
within

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