Thursday, January 28, 2010

Her Dreams in a Labyrinth of Eden


her dreams in a labyrinth of eden


clouds
or boulders
we travel thru
broken fields reaching
leaves & fishes burning Edens

words like ghosts
whisper forests
rivers in your
hands rivers
above sky

the women
weaving this
moment do not
count your fears
& the shroud shines

orange blossoms
charred papers
the skin of
watered
plums

& who strings
the lissome
shadows
shouts
seas

& weeping
stones a frost
of waiting deer
lichen moon dust
her dreams your rain;

how to get h’ere from th’ere


Richard Lance Williams

Posted over on More Poetry

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