the clouds hang low
and hug the cliffs
no moon tonight
the air is moist
& crisp
covering the
ground with
a silky mist
the smell
of the ocean
moves thru
the lattice gazebo...
and
every part of me
"naked to the world"
I stand,
I be...
with firewood crackling
flames licking
and embers sparking
like a million light'nin bugs
looking on...
I be the tide....
my ebb and my flow ~
the rhythm of the waves
roaring ....
down below
naked to the night
like my bornday,
I be
no stars tonight
but,
in the stillness
the light
finds me....
Alyce, (c) 2001
and hug the cliffs
no moon tonight
the air is moist
& crisp
covering the
ground with
a silky mist
the smell
of the ocean
moves thru
the lattice gazebo...
and
every part of me
"naked to the world"
I stand,
I be...
with firewood crackling
flames licking
and embers sparking
like a million light'nin bugs
looking on...
I be the tide....
my ebb and my flow ~
the rhythm of the waves
roaring ....
down below
naked to the night
like my bornday,
I be
no stars tonight
but,
in the stillness
the light
finds me....
Alyce, (c) 2001