Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Poem for Mikewl

Mikewl 4

On the Lake

distant tones muted
the birds fly low

At once, we spin like ice on the sink
slowly, we stop on a new landscape

Green, blue, gray
white, they blend

your hair is brown
your eyes glimmer like the ripples
before us

in silence
we stay

in silence
we glow


in love

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