|Image: River Irwell by R.A.D. Steinforth|
via Magpie Tales
Be here now.
Smile. Quarter moon risen
by memories of chocolate kisses
hungrily devoured by tongues inflamed,
molten juices, burning, scorching,
tattooing your brain with narratives
of intermittent joy and pain
you think you live.
Immerse in the sound of each little ripple
laughing as it tickles the trees. Watch
how the breeze conspires, whispering
secrets to the leaves, that wave good-bye
so easily. All they enjoy is being green
enough to breathe multicolored molecules
flickering, though still, they know.
The only one. Unique combination,
compilation evolved, pieces sculpted
from ancestral clay still being formed,
molded, caressed by mystery and time,
fusion of confusion in chaotic holy order
of this universal speck that is embroidered
by creative forces flowing, being... you.
(Submitted to: Magpie Tales