On the wings of veiled dreams
I glide into a new day.
Sunlight, streams through
pregnant apple blossoms,
dancing.
Golden shafts of light
flutter upon
flutter upon
these rumpled sheets
that held us,
together
through a stormy and ebony night ~
our amniotic sac,
the colour of golden wheat,
and scented with the sweet, earthiness
of life forged in eksatis.
Photo Credit: Christine Valters Paintner
Poetry Credit: Roxanne Galpin
This means challenging my self to compassionate, encouraging, genuine and hostile-free exchanges. It also means contemplating my reaction to the thoughts, feelings and expressions of others, prior to acting upon them. 
1 comments:
You are such a gifted writer. :)
Post a Comment