Above the wind I heard your voice
And touched your greying face...
Sun rays climbing up
Kissing the clouds and healing...
Half dead willows, fluttering in the breeze,
by a dull lifeless stream trickling of stagnant...
Panic attacks on the road
to recovery...
Silver lace spun cross the sky
Pierced by Luna's blazing eye...
Oh what powers does it hold,
In it's petals soft and bold...
The moon is out of reach despite my need
to pull it from the space it occupies...
On moss covered shell
sea gulls peck crustaceans 'til...
The cold breeze
curled around her...
Snakes
scaly seductive...
Wind gust topples nest
eggs shells shattered on concrete...
Upon the clothes line
willy-wagtail built his nest...