I thought the earth remembered me, she
took me back so tenderly, arranging
her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds. I slept
as never before, a stone
on the riverbed, nothing
between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts, and they floated
light as moths among the branches
of the perfect trees. All night
I heard the small kingdoms breathing
around me, the insects, and the birds
who do their work in the darkness. All night
I rose and fell, as if in water, grappling
with a luminous doom. By morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better.
- Mary Oliver

Mikey i love your poems more with each one you post. they are so simple yet contain the fullness of those few words. they speak volumes. keep writing brother!
took me back so tenderly, arranging
her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds. I slept
as never before, a stone
on the riverbed, nothing
between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts, and they floated
light as moths among the branches
of the perfect trees. All night
I heard the small kingdoms breathing
around me, the insects, and the birds
who do their work in the darkness. All night
I rose and fell, as if in water, grappling
with a luminous doom. By morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better.
- Mary Oliver

(01-27-2013, 05:25 PM)alchemikey Wrote:
open space to open space
the only place
we can ever meet
face to face
our roles erased
only illusion was lost
in that intimate gap
the mystery was tapped
boundless love set free
dropping the seeking obsession
no one can be a possession
can you ever really know me?
Mikey i love your poems more with each one you post. they are so simple yet contain the fullness of those few words. they speak volumes. keep writing brother!
