Sunday, February 27, 2011

The edge of rain

I stood with you on the edge of rain
Deep In a forest in a foreign land
We danced between two states of mind
Sun to storm, hand in hand
Leaves made dappled patterns on the path
Rivers formed beneath our glancing feet
We circled stately like twin stars
Cheek to cheek, the twain did meet



Ancestral Celt said...

Love, love, love this.

scrub shop said...

awesome gotta love this...