Saturday, September 11, 2010

"dance trees! Dance!"

I know your face, little one
its been awhile
glimpsed among the bark
of the tall redwood trees
as they offered
their scent
and moss
tiny little forests
to our outstretched palms
outstretched souls
you were once here to play
now you hasten to run away
at the tip top
of the tall
cathedrals spires
I reach to touch you
but you've already
vanished like star dust

this ones for you nina belle

1 comment:

Persimmon said...

"The dust turns to fireflies"