Silhouettes on the sky,
{ Stiller than statues }
Faint outlines of the world.
{ Vaguer than shadows }
When there is no wind
{ No passing currents of time }
They are nearly forever, immortal
{ Caressing tunnels, viewing heights }
These are the trees
{ The magnificent vaults of purple hearts ]
That hypnotize sunsets
{ The morphing patterns of sky }
When the atmosphere bleeds
{ Shedding its crimson passion }
Clouds forming mountains
{ Ridges of velvet power }
Deserts going dark with rain
{ Riffled channels of water }
And tears fall on the earth
{ The floor of our sights and dreams }
Cascading down my hair
{ The ceiling of our sleeping fears ]
The trees seeing everything
{ Predicting the cosmic prowess of birds }
Standing in rigid forests
{ Breathing in brittle emerald blinds }
Sculpting the world
{ The passage of blossoming hopes }
One branch at a time
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Someone Like Me {Poetry}
PoetryWith power there come words. And with words there comes music. And with music there comes joy. And that's why I write poetry.
