the sentience of time

The forest beckons me, its floor

calling me to the entrance of her daylight

            smothered in green

            flush with the touch of moss

 and the element of Water –

In this elevation I am floating

hovering above the nothingness of clouds as

            they carry me, carry me far beyond

            the calling of my name

            where air is water like the aster blue

apron of carriage, of time’s sentience in

the nature of Light, beyond my own hand

where lies your approaching touch

            never once doubting my intonation

            borne by the color of your eyes –

© Thespian Drummer

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