Everything I ever want to say can be found along the wayside
in an overgrown
countryside
ditch
on the edge of summer.
the damp soil
the blooming weeds
the quiet cooling breeze
it's all there
My words are
the broken wings of a mallard
caught mid flight
by a huntsman's aim...
the shifting sands of the desert...
the wet of a dogs eye
the wet of a dogs eye
breathlessness
newborn
I belong to life
essence of wine
kiss of roses
Sorrow
Heat
Bells
The dry souls of feet long walking
handmade everything
spun
sifted
sifted
Words are hard and soft and full
and spill out onto everything
Words like
Swan
Snail
Horizon
Bend
and Fig
my heart speaks in this kind of song
in this way
one day
when I'm gone
if you catch the sparkling glint of broken glass
beneath a seaside cliff
or teardrops wet
across a child's cheek
know I was this and more
Forever
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