I, a spirit bright, seek softness in the velvet night.
I seek the Spanish moss.
It is elusive to my touch.
I am left empty, wanting to feel it.
My thrust too strong takes me beyond,
Takes me beyond this pale green lace
to sail at the bow of an
ever growing corridor of space.
Am I to never know the touch of moss against my face?
In firm resolve I stand within this moss once more.
It’s very essence I embrace.
I, too, am draped upon the oak.
Feeling full with joy I am so much. I have created touch.
Copyright October 1, 2001 by Jerrye Albert
Lovely!
ReplyDeleteThank you! :) That's a lovely photo of you. Are you a redhead with freckles?
ReplyDeleteLong time to this reply cause I did not know you posted. Thank you! And yes, I am very much a darkish redhead and have more freckles than you can count...more than the stars in the sky. :)
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