September 15, 2012


Filed under: Poetry — migueltio @ 8:23 am

Awakening in a meadow

beneath a sunning sky

among the grasses

tall and healthy

his body free of

material bondage still

moist from the many

deep kisses received

from the lovely Dew Drop

Nymphs who beheld his

belly during dark hours.


The sun climbing

higher the sky now

bluing as the early

morning surrenders to

the light of the

day while gently a

breeze nudges  the tall

grass back and forth like

ocean waves as he feels great

pleasure receiving the same to

the crop of smooth hair upon his chest.


The air growing ever

warmer with each passing

minute he breathes slowly enjoying

the light shining upon him feeling

its love touch his heart and

move his soul easing his

concerns for storm clouds to

come among the skies

and all the horizons

of life and of breath

that perpetuate his existence.


He rises in one refreshed

ingestion of air taking in

the sights and sounds of

making up this new

day of his surroundings as

he journeys toward a lake

spying a lonely kayak having

drifted to shore to which he boards

with a paddle fashioned of bamboo departing

possessing a feeling of glory in his

arms like an eagle spreading its wings.




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