A shadowed pattern
Of circles and dots
Some intertwined, others solo
Played across the toes
connecting them to
the earth below
As the sun skittered
Across the sky
Ever brilliant in countenance
Butterfly or moth
Flittery fluttery meanderer
Lights softly for a moment
On otherwise plain foot
Sometimes, sideways
Is the straightest path
What feels like off the beam
Is merely a tweaking
To get more on track
And then there’s the crab
Walking sideways is straight
Answers lurk in the angle
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More important than warp or weft
Is the fabric quality
No thread’s path is absolutely straight
Like a flame
the yellow tree stood
showing off brilliantly
ever mindful of her job
to be a beacon of light
where planted
Mesmerized by belief
yet flying on fledgling wings
in alchemist’s soup
The Truth – the Light shone forth
in brilliant anticipation
of faithful flight
Propped by miracles
life’s appearance magical
Then every moment
unfolds with great aplomb
Or not…
He wore his dreams
like a cape of courage
Woven of conscious construct
from the fabric gifted
as visions from guidance
He walked with his head up high
through trepidation and every old story
told in whispered breath
by ghostly voices of the past
Thus, he sang his soul’s song…
Sullied sand
‘neath crimson sunset
Harried by none
slowly sifts away trouble
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Rest my bones
on the beach
between sand and sun
while breezes wash
my brow with kisses
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Ah, Respite!
