Monday, January 11, 2010
"If one is lucky, a single fantasy can totally transform a million realities."
-- Maya Angelou
I dream of being.
I dream my roots deep down into the impervious,
sun-warmed granite where their tendrils drill into
the tiny cracks and crevices where life hums.
I dream of truth.
I dream my dark spine rising upward
into the harmony of sun and earth and rain and wind
until it sings one clear note of an ancient melody.
I dream of love.
I dream my green needles into the crystal air
dancing light beams back to the sun
in a forever rainbow waiting simply for rain.
I dream of death.
I dream my shadow across the lichen children
reaching outward further, further each hour
stretching beyond, yearning ... yearning for ...
Posted by Joyce Wycoff at 1:11 PM
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Very nice, Joyce. I like the accompanying image, too.ReplyDelete
it's beautiful. and the image is gorgeous. Thanks for sharing!ReplyDelete