blowing dust, always touching

if only for a second
….blow the dust
……..from your mind
…………the sands of time
…………….and follow me…

did you think
this act would….
tingle your spine?……..
restrict the narrow…………
spaces that you call ‘you‘?…………….

what if this place
….your perfect harmony
……..touches the rest,
…………always essence
…………….never hindering?

your
blood….
flowing……..
just holding lightly…………

© r.e.l. 6/25/11

submitted to caesura 2/5/14

image by simsha

Posted for Poetry Potluck 6/26-7/2/11 on Jingle Poetry

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dusty shadows

shadows
you are covered with dust
aren’t you… but i visit you now
anyway
to see you, like an old friend
whom i’ve lost
you know that you’ve hidden from me all this time

but now, better not to quench your thirst

what i see … is … my wind
that will expose the ashes and bareness left behind

you breathe in the deepest part of the water
but it’s ok
the dust leaves a mountain, and a place
to see your golden shadow

“in giving you are throwing a bridge across the chasm of your solitude..”
~Antoine de Saint-Exupéry~ (from The Wisdom of the Sands)

© r.e.l. 9/29/10

inspired by a mountain of sand and the song Undertow by Warpaint

posted for Poetry Potluck 6/5-6/11/11 “Inspired by a Song” on Jingle Poetry