Before Falling, Live

Best beware when you fall;
The forest is always moving in ways and who knows who says who
Was there beckoning like an angel wearing her living Light
Crossing her arms and catching my heart in the pearls of her hands for reckoning?

Live

Wandering through years of wonder who was waiting there with the fields of Heaven shining in her hair with her dress woven threads in bouquets of days the four o'clocks in her dairy book only gave a certain ethereal grace unto her look she walks before your eyes, her face sweet as rose skies from out the early morning ghostly astral trees to rise only once again before your die is cast at last.

Live

Crossing her arms and catching your heart in the pearls of her hands for reckoning
Was there beckoning like an angel wearing her living light,
The forest is always moving in ways and who knows who says who?
Best beware before you fall;

Live



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Written on 2016-05-04 at 00:15

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Kathy Lockhart
This sways with so many vivid images delicately created by your amazing talent of magic metaphor. I love being transported by poetry to a time, a place, a feeling outside of the here and now.

Thank you for this delight.
2016-05-05