8th Feb, 2010

Red

Looking into the light

Looking into the light

Where does the mountain end and the sky begin
When we find ourselves so close to heaven
Melting wings of wax to hold us

I lose myself in another storm
Silken sky falling
Following me
Or perchance ahead
Awaiting my entrance to its icy lair
Tempting teasing taunting
I can not resist and fall in

At times it seems we barely touch down
Floating in this sea of white
Moving with the ease of a dolphin
Parting waves
Parting ways
We fall through
Gasp for air
Grasp for solid ground

I remember red

The mountain sleeps
Naked and white
Do you remember the color red?
Raw and unrefined
Exposed like a deep wound
Bleeding
Pouring forth
The woman that I am
On the side of the mountain
Cut open by the river
Flesh
Healing
Soothing
Carry me away in a wash of white

How easy it is to forget.

Waves of white and shades of grey

Waves of white and shades of grey

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The color red maybe forgotten but the white is pure and clean untouched by the polluting hand of man .A joy to see untouched .

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