Sky

his face is the sky

everchanging and always

the same

silver moonglow drips from his lips

lightening echoes in his eyes



his arms are the world

deep brown earth

warm

enveloping me

drowning me in his waters

Author's Notes/Comments: 

i was just in "one of those moods" you know what i mean? Someitmes poems just happens, especially little drips like this one.

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San's picture

nice ,simple ,pure classic.
Ever changing and yet the same-sky.....i wonder our life too is like this,dont u think so? very insightful line u had written.