Saturday, November 19, 2011

Ocean of Young

The roar of those fallen leaves,
my blood joy riding
through red and gold,
rolling with that one
I'll go on with forever.
That day singing an ocean
of eternal young now
and a mattress of light
still holding us.

1 comment:

  1. i'm reminded of when i used to rake up piles of fallen leaves...and jump and roll around in them...aaaaaaaah. maybe i need to go do that again!

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