posted on Mar, 12 2016 @ 02:05 AM
Well I don't have a picture but they say picture is worth a thousand words
Handfuls thrown under silk red mist
for two beautiful long naked trees
The fog rolled in, thick, as if the ocean's hands
were burning into my very own skin
We thanked the hills, and the sun,
and the heat.
Finding a way under the black smooth sea,
wrapped around the secret serpentines
I hope you were the hawk I saw,
Circling, as your hands hiked down the mountains.
I craved going home
to put my feet in a stream
relieved with the hard rock,
the dark and the icy.
edit on 12-3-2016 by sincity because: (no reason given)