you
YouI sit thinking of you
looking into a forest of forgotten trees
the birds are calling in the echoes
singing of love
my thoughts drift
as the sunlight gets brighter
the violet hues in the shadows
compliment our spirits
in this green canopy
It is an interplay of silhouettes,
the color of light,
an array of pigment and vine
and dispersed foliage,
that keeps us wanting...
with the cooling of the soft
breeze where the
dragonflies play
The forest floor
crackles and twists
as I walk gently into your dream
the trees are covered
with sweet Ivy
where the honey suckles abide
and the blackberries taste
the sweetest.
In this richness
There is a threshold of leaves,
a theater of wonderment
and the discovery
of our spirit
together with the
humming birds
as they flit and flutter
for "more sweet nectar!"
Christopher Rowland 2009
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