Ground
August 28, 2008
A secret spark could have been the start of this, your slowed motion. Ripping through wires like lightning cracks and spins and spirals like wings belch smoke to meet the ground…which seems to be moving quicker than usual. Your voice like ice (and just as slick) slips past my ear and will certainly meet you all the way down here, where I’ll find a spot between the grass and wait, looking up to meet your face.
[...] muse may have more to say on this response to ground by Giant [...]
*melted*
a short-of echo is on my site … there may be a better one later but i linked to this beautiful, beautiful poem, hope that’s ok?
you inspire me, sweet shadow … deeply
Oh, that is sly sliding one, lovely sounds and immaculte timing. Very cool,
Thanks, Paul. I appreciate your kind words.