My only regret is that I have not regretted enough,
Dreamt too much
And not moved to move myself.
But now that I have met Time
There can be no late.
I am not afraid.
Eyes see
And others see.
We see each other,
Some kind of High!
Eyes rise to meet the Sun rise
Spirit
Energy
Life
Earth
Wind
Fire
Water
Friends
Family
God/Spirit
Patience
Honesty
Concern for others and the earth
Self discipline
Searching, questioning
Thinking
And knowing when to quit
Silence, Sleep, Sunlight, Moonlight
And all that Eyes in my humanness have forgotten
Memory. Dreams.
Words.
Transfiguration
Inferred autocratic rebellion
In need of shared reference
Left behind, caught a ride:
Alienation -
Mutable amicable mutation
What she sees is what she gets,
Swimming under purple stars reflected
On the cold, cold backs of her retinas.
Watered paper, crinkly and worn,
Torn and folded asleep,
Just like this.
Floating
Let me dream of Dolmens and Great Stones,
Menhirs of future Diamonds of us.
Sleep, Yesterday,
For Never Too Late
Is getting desperate
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| All photos by NCcrew, Blyde River Canyon roadtrip, Limpopo/Mpumalanga Province, South Africa |
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