Poetry in motion

[hawkwing_lb]

Running in the spring twilight is freedom. I went for one.



Homecoming

The roof of the sky extends to infinity
the roots of the earth too deep to know
heads up poetry made in motion
the rhythm of your feet and the need to go
the freedom of your limbs is the rhythm of your laughter
the freedom of your laughter is the rhythm of your soul

this is what the god of love is
this is what it means to be free

in sky-clear woodsmoked April twilight
the grass is a thousand shades of green.

Comments

[etumukutenyak.livejournal.com]

Nice. I can hear the running footsteps and see the sky, smell the air. Good one.