Sunday, August 11, 2013

Maps written by You...

Maps written by You
as if my discoveries...
me sees your walks
Through this wet wet
Evening like a dream,
As the moments in you sketchline
Lighted and  shadowy, a superlative scene...

And me sees how the rain drenched evening
Sings you, your travels down the streets...
Where a calm arrives, as arrives dire straits
With Happy rediscovered reshaped consequences...

And
Those leaves heavy, drooping dewy, sleepy,
To me they drop your songs, touched, kissed, loved,
You the knowing, know these all, these drops,
The watershed, the songy rise, the rhythmic fall...

And maps gets written
By You, the Goddess, so so certain...

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