Thursday, February 25, 2010

Alluvium Apple

There is a mountain that erects
There is a cloud on top that rests

Conifers like fur they lay
Aquifers from beneath display

Sound is all around
Ground is all newfound

You are pacific, watching with your warmth
Seeing nothing, absorbing everything
Just being, awaiting patiently
Ever loving, my abiding respite

I see you all around me
I feel you touch my feet
I put you under the mountain
I reach you as I climb
I miss you

There is a portion that was separated
There is a void that has abated

Loneliness is held at bay
Happiness is where we play

Smells of you surround me
Shells wash back to sea

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