Tuesday, December 25, 2007

Dewy Thoughts

Morning dreams rising thick and silky in misty morning

What was that I was thinking…dreaming…Sand through the fingers

Deep thick water with ropy waves

And the little lizards demand all the flat, dry places.

Dewy thoughts

Pieces of the sky washed up at the waters edge

Dawn breaks and pieces of the sky scattered and washed up on the shore

Dead calm before the rising of the sun

And out on the lake, an insects view of the world

Poking the pond a thousand times until the world is ripple wonderful

1 comment:

softearthart said...

This is cool, I am keen on Angels like you cheers from New Zealand Marie