Guest guest Posted December 24, 2001 Report Share Posted December 24, 2001 Dear Friends, A Winter Solstice poem for the longing heart - Going Inside the Vine Deep violet, and mauve-ish, purple-blued hues, all just hanging on the vines now, crisply cooling in the autumn night. White frost and clear-shooting moonlight sink across each round grape, each small clan, and the piercing of my heart is greater than this, deeper sprouting of sugared words than this vine. Beneath the pine covering umbrella of ancients, pink oxalis stand tender-armed, linked in longing. Nebulous with mist, the softly-etched narcissus cheeks glow, each one a bowl-cupped want-ad for buzzing, broad-daylight lovers. Can't keep my fingers from touching the greenery-glad moss-tops. Can't bear the brave persona of the oak-wisened bark beneath me. Lifting up in longing, being opened up in moonlight's pearl-searching, frozen grapes and flowers curled up between the heart's layered wanting, Spill forth as amber flowing-groaning from the iridescent nacre of the soul's shell breaking, spilling me inside the Moon's Ocean. The whispers from planets stopping, stars conversing, suns chatting, all begin their moving once again when all the scattered light rejoins. Purple rolled out alongside the yellow being spoken. Golden notioned, green motionings, glad-tidings being spoken. A token of Love, cold night motions closer, closer, just This... Open up from the inside out. Love, Peace, Mazie _______________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.msn.com Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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