A beautiful, wistful poem i just had to share
I am who I have always been
a shiver of soft reeds beside the river
or the cascade of a waterfall.
Gypsy crows rise to a soft dawn sky
gathering their kind they circle
back for me.
I can scarcely bear the
splendor of the world,
its wonder humbles
the wisp that is me.
Minutiae of eyes and ears
and speechless tongue,
stunned by the promise
of a red dawn.
Elegant trees lift
their mighty arms,
grandΒ gods host creatures
large and small.
Their noble crowns filled
with a cornucopia of life.
I want to sail across the sea
tiny fleck that is me,
a winged bird bearer of
no possession,
a fragment of the universe
art by Amy Judd (represented by Hicks Gallery)
It really is gorgeous.
π she is so talented