Sunday, 19 July 2009

an ocean of blue and endless wind and sweeping gas,
fuels the movements of the waves
watched closely beneath the careful
thoughtful eyes of the sun
and from this, mountains rest gently gazing
within a sprawl of rock and matter.
A gateway for running water, to gasp
in movements of delight,
feeding growth and eroding,
shaping the look of the land.
Bubbles of dancing children float down waterfalls
falling into beds of abandoned.
Mixing together and re-uniting earth with water
before once more turning to air.
and her rejoins with mine once again
in a clasp
in a sunset
in the unseen smile that lies within a cloud.

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