In the heat of the day
when the sun is almost unbearable
I want to reach out and
draw you under the shade of my tree
There the grass is cool
the water flows freely
All villainy is at bay
Dreams can dance among the leaves.
Beneath the branches all armor can be dropped
the cool breeze can spin between us
interweaving our thoughts
lifting our hopes to
spiral out into the sunlight.
2 comments:
Nice.
"all armor can be dropped"..."lifting our hopes"...freedom in vulnerability. beautiful.
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