walk that road
walk that road
where a night fragrance
turns your head
from the setting sun
walk that road
where tears
harden on your body
like waxen drops
walk that road
where thunder
rolls orders
to your marching feet
walk that road
where the lightning
whispers to your back
down a river of bone
where a night fragrance
turns your head
from the setting sun
walk that road
where tears
harden on your body
like waxen drops
walk that road
where thunder
rolls orders
to your marching feet
walk that road
where the lightning
whispers to your back
down a river of bone
posted by Yes at 10:19 PM
3 Comments:
Great images, firebird! They have an edge, a spark, an electricity of aliveness.
I feel a great strength emanating from this poem.
Wow! This is beautiful! I've been reading some more of your poetry and I am totally blown away by all of it. You have an incredible gift and a wonderful eye for photography too! I just happened to click on your May 2006 poems in your archives tonight, and it is such a treat. I always look forward to reading your blog.
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