Wednesday, May 15, 2013

In the dismal darkness of the night
the moon hung low, and the stars shone bright.
Wild flowers passing time
sharing vision, sharing sight.

Tattered dresses swell with wind
stained berry blue and valley green.
Her eye's met mine while we kept time
counting minos and wishing rhymes.

Speckled light, dips from leaf life.
Seaweed mirmaid's minding
emerald castles in the sky.

Posing questions beyond why.
Amid contrasting heights
we were still eye to eye.

Time can not erode these roots.
Seeds fall soft beneath our boots.

Wild flowers kissing bee's.
Without her, there wouldnt be me.

Steffanie Bowering

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