Like Dance with me
A tap by feet
You whence came
Calling a songy flight
me sees dance like a golden morn
In your blue blue dense moist eyes
As if You there
Like an Awesome tune
Washed by silver sparkle
Call me so ethereal...
As if dreams like a sleep You in me give a seed
As if in Your free blue white You mine poetry breed...
And me sure like a white colt
Takes on the ups of downs
And downs so Uphill of the Road
Stretched, elongated...
As if my run becomes by You so generated...
Friday, August 2, 2013
Like dance with me ...a tap ...and a run as if colt...
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