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Were You Awash
by Steven Craig
Were you awash in poetry
Pictures upon a foreign wall
Endless rows of words sung sweet
Over births and graves between
Were you awash in tones
Sung slowly on the rivers march
The vessel filled with deep flowers cut
Strung by hand when the heart was still
Were you awash in thoughts deeply blue
Holding the cascades of moments in the deep
Little fishes pass the dangling hand
Finger pointing to the soul
Were you awash in the rhymes of living
Breaths that take the heat from the heart and soul
Tokens exhales in the flowing channels moment
Dreaming, wanting, desiring as you were at home
Were you awash in moments lonely
Not alone, but quiet, deeply felt
Not for coin would you drop your eyes
Not to this ground on the rivers bend
Were you awash in the purpose born
Holding, shaping, making your way though the waves
Knees moist with foam, ankles lost in the sands
Heart beating as one rows towards giving
Were you awash in the prose of song
Singing of lights and glows at the night edge
Humming the thought that makes you aware
That the prose was your life, and its song, your tune.
12/31/2011
Posted on 12/31/2011
Copyright © 2024 Steven Craig
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