English: Limestone Boulder. Summit of Warton Crag. Pockets in the rock provide a home for herbs. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Continuous rain a blessing- –
no words from heaven
to moisten dry spaces
where my love and herbs
wont grow.
A word barrel full of rain
never has much to say.
Upstream
running free,
free- -running, wind rushing
– -icy current,
On Guanella Pass
life bits flow beneath me
– -around- -away- –
tickling, prickling my flesh
they go, downward whirling
in life’s great flow- -dreams
pain, laughter, memories- –
little water-logged twigs of them- –
golden autumn leaves of them
rush on back
to those misty beginnings
where love first found us
dancing in God’s verdant garden
I trek upstream to meet you
– -wait on a hill of gold- –
all your smiles across the miles
from beginning to eternity- -beyond
I miss you soul deep- –
all life’s love, wisdom- -we are now
– -in this end we swirl together- -dancing,
our new beginning glows
beyond the brightest stars- –
I will dance with you
a billion waltzes- -again, again
– -circling eternally
Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.
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