Sunday, June 15, 2014

Into the green


I am in the air
Though you may forget to breathe
My soul is the wind

As you lie there now
Tangled with your newest love
My thoughts brush your cheek

Iceland poppies bloom
Tangled vetch and columbine
When you dream of me

Rachel Westfall
June 15, 2014

6 comments:

Rob-bear said...

Too much
sadness
for one
day.

Blessings and Bear hugs!

Rachel Westfall said...

Bear should not be sad.
Greens are fresh, the air is warm.
Seek the sun with me!

jozien said...

lovely Rachel :)it's been a while i have been here.

christopher said...

Oh, Rachel, this is so good. I am really pleased that we have the skill and the trust to speak with each other this way.
(((0)))

christopher said...

The Dream

When I dream of you
it is not of red blossoms
that I dream, nor blue.
It is not floral
at all, truth be known. Instead
I dream fur, fangs, claws
and musk and racing
along the rich feral paths
through the beech and pine.
I dream of howling
in duet in the lunar
light so bright it burns
the back of my tongue
and stabs far too deep inside
to ever be free.

‎June ‎24, ‎2014 10:32 PM

Rachel Westfall said...

That is incredible, Christopher!