Zephyrus (revisited)

the west wind
picked me up
wrapped me delicately
shielded me
from jaded weapons
of cruelty and reality
where I can crawl again
under cherry blossoms
and tremble in delight

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waves resonate
crying for a delicacy
that bathes against the boundries of before

dreams become sustenance
and castles reach with broken hands
yearning for the fallen sun

Celebration

fingers un-curl
entangled limbs
hands cradle roots
climbing the posture of seeds

I dance in this celebration of stone

For Leo

particles of rays
scatter bits of red and orange
stenciled slightly above
a golden disk appears
swirling sensitivity
picking up the cobwebs
of an obscured cloud