| Author | Message | ||
| M
Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4592 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Building Caballo Oscuro This starts from dreams, not rock and stone disturbed from their rest. I build, displace the past and my spirit is architect. Here is the red earth of my soul, scattered with chalkdust that becomes the straight furrows of things thrown to the land to grow and become beautiful. I am a farmer, planning my field with a harmony called from the fire under my feet. I am a hunter, seeking the choicest pieces for a joyous jigsaw. On this wall, the sun will rise, on this, the moon will make blue of white. Cool and warm, here a bedroom, with a window full of stars, here a room of morning light, a table set for the sun. Stones scuff my skin white, I bleed for perfection and everything is so slowly done today. The ocean is a whisper, the land rolls down and I dream of ripe fruit and flowers to fill my lover’s arms. |
