the wind rushes to embrace me
like a lover with wings
a kiss-death, softer darkness
to recede, shape and birth
words that move, dive & splinter,
brushes light and bronze,
now shading crimson & midnight blue--
i fall headlong, unabashed with passion
towards your voice, whispering my native name
from my gut, deep within, i hear you--
let go of your fears
trust that my arms will catch you--
Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Sunday's Challenge - We are to take the last line from our previous work and use it as a first line for a new poem.
and Poets United
The title post is taken from my previous poem On Wings: Theme is Creativity.
Before you, a forest speaks your language.
Signal from a distant mountain top.
Close your eyes and fall.