Guest guest Posted July 11, 2002 Report Share Posted July 11, 2002 Early Hollyhocks Light from the bell mouth as blossom. The hidden cheek and the shy blush, And then mauve fanfares of greeting. Two kinds of kisses, one invisible the other painted on the eyelids. Honeycomb hearts where the sun frills out to be touched by our dreams. A cluster of spires clarion called into pink and purple wind instrument upon the stem of every direction. Ball gowns on green towered shoots that rise bleeding color from the art of white. The heart of our tracks cartwheels through this array and the lemon juice of our earth tree lines our sight into a still dance portraying loves gesture on this path. Nothing here but the sound of beauty said from the brushstrokes of now. love eric _________ Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 11, 2002 Report Share Posted July 11, 2002 That's beautiful Eric, I really needed that. Love , ErcAshfrd@a... wrote: > > Early Hollyhocks > > Light from the bell mouth as blossom. > The hidden cheek and the shy blush, > And then mauve fanfares of greeting. > Two kinds of kisses, one invisible > the other painted on the eyelids. > > Honeycomb hearts where the sun > frills out to be touched by our dreams. > A cluster of spires clarion called > into pink and purple wind instrument > upon the stem of every direction. > Ball gowns on green towered shoots > that rise bleeding color > from the art of white. > > The heart of our tracks > cartwheels through this array > and the lemon juice of our earth > tree lines our sight into a still dance > portraying loves gesture on this path. > Nothing here but the sound of beauty > said from the brushstrokes of now. > > > love > > eric > > > _________ Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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