by Tenebris

Created on: June 30, 2008

Whispers a distant caress of lightning
come, thou slim blade of grass
where the sky impales the earth
let us dance the windleaves hence
whirl away the seasons
into a brilliant now

Shouts a hushed shimmer of thunder
come, o fragile mayfly
where the charged air arouses the world
let me teach you what it means to shiver
erode the relentless countdown
into a single tearing instant

Shrieks a tenuous murmur of wind
come, insect
where my finger touches the red dust
bare your roots
let me sweep you up
into oblivion

Dreams the grass quietly
of rain.

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