12-29-10

the ledge has been toed
before-
eyes have been closed-
the warm wind gusted and
nudged-
senses were tight as the
equilibrium was checked and
nerves were stilled-
we’ve all been here before,
amid swollen breezes,
thick with the scent of
dreams-
quenched only when they are
swallowed with a heavy gulp of
now-
dreams quenched-
as if watering a plant-
the ledge has been toed
before-
salty mist tasted by trembling
flesh-
clouded vision wiped by shaky
digits-
stolen emotions cured by
emptiness and stillness-
the ledge has been toed before-
toothy grins swept downstream-
flowers blossomed under the
weight of toil-
energy spent tilling a garden
of sand and salt-
inching closer and closer-
until the wind is fully felt-
until all is condensed into that
single breath-
the one that begins and ends in
one fell swoop-
the one that tests the aura and purpose
of the ledge itself-
willows whisper outside
somewhere-
butterflies land and glide behind
solid eyes-
cold oceans ebb and flow-
hearts beat and wander-
until all is condensed into that
single breath-
the one that begins and ends
in one fell swoop-
the one that turns dreams into
reality-
and reality into now*

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