by Unknown
Sep 2011 544 Views 15 comments
"Cashmere"
I follow love down the rock mountain
Across the rippling river tide
Silent on needled carpet, through the forest pine
Sure footed, taught by trust, nothing but
My love to guide me least I fall
Though the way I know by heart this time
The Prince of Procreation welcomes me
I bow my head, place cheek to staff
Pausing to breath earth and listening hear
You moan somewhere up above as
I move to the underside, arrive lost again
In fields of downy wool, spun to soft cashmere
Across the rippling river tide
Silent on needled carpet, through the forest pine
Sure footed, taught by trust, nothing but
My love to guide me least I fall
Though the way I know by heart this time
The Prince of Procreation welcomes me
I bow my head, place cheek to staff
Pausing to breath earth and listening hear
You moan somewhere up above as
I move to the underside, arrive lost again
In fields of downy wool, spun to soft cashmere
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Posted: Sep 2011
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Comments (15)
Excellent writing,
LB
Imaginative use of metaphor, and a gentle relaxing stroll for all who read this...
Best wishes
Bill
Ha ha, I blush
Bill
I follow love down the rock mountain... Though a feeling of melancholy touches the heart, it is overshadowed by the hope of Sure footed, taught by trust, nothing but My love to guide me least I fall. I thank you for sharing Pausing to breath earth and listening hear...