The sound of your voice
lifts the autumn wind,
a golden light quickening
the almost dead as they rise
from their obsession
into dew soaked grass
trembling with the life of water.
The sound of your voice
lifts the autumn wind,
a golden light quickening
the almost dead as they rise
from their obsession
into dew soaked grass
trembling with the life of water.
Beautiful … and so powerful it brings tears to my eyes for all the “almost dead” moments in my day. Thank you for the call to awaken
Very nice. You make palpable the Earth’s breath.
I do hope they wake up soon. Seems so repetitive for the time being.
Once in a while when i talk i see a question in their face. Awakening
the people isn’t an easy task. Baby steps.
Really enjoyed this piece.