Sunday 19 July 2015

The richness of light






We are,

a handful of all

the beautiful things.

Strange little pearls

that life scatters

across our hearts.

Summer.

It's like trying to find

the X on a pirate's map


and yet,

there have been days

when the sun has warmed us

our faces lifted to the sky

waiting for

a shower of golden

tattered confetti

to

fall.


Then come the days

when the sun hides

away,

and yet  we love ~

we wait;

because we know

the rainbows

will bleed

colour

over the street

while we listen,

and wait again.

Until summer

returns


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