~Wild City Rain
.
Your eye's light shines like our moon, her moon...
skipping stones upon the sea--
although we're just dancing between notions in this wild city rain.
How can I hold the soul of a girl while
she's walking little stars on a string?
The night sea crashes as the moon,
at lightspeed; paints each wave.
Open your celestial door and let me touch you.
Sweeter words have flown, but
these are the only words that I've ever known.
I'm so tired of chasing deep shadows
that disappear in the warm morning sun.
Some just wake up and walk out my door,--
It makes my face grow longer as
the world turns me to face my
forty seventh winter wind.
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welshpoet (Chris Smith)
Rock in your words, another great write.
Rock in your words, another great write.
Yes, those winter winds come and go. Even when fetching the pail full of ocean and moonlight one must be willing to take the wound that follows joy to find what gifts are within each day. Nice poem. This image is priceless: The night sea crashes as the moon,/at lightspeed; paints each wave. This metaphor is an endless wealth of knowledge. RH Peat// RH Peat