Saturday, January 4, 2014


If I let myself rise
On heady thoughts
The flash of color through trees
Song burst and dappled light
With the efficacy of butterflies
Metamorph my melancholy
And send me capricious on the spring breeze
Slip the cerement of winter
From this thin skin
And luminesce
I would transcend
Empty skies and silence
Let the riot in my brain
Melt into a palette of color and soft sounds
Meadows and buttercups un-bruised beneath my feet
Let the cool water leach into my innermost
Quench me
And I could be satisfied

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