"We are more alike, my friends, than we are unalike." ~Maya Angelou

Wednesday, February 15, 2017

Poem: What Are The Chances?

Into this plain, brown cup let fall
one drop, one shining crystal ball,
mirroring the blue above
it trembles, shines and seems to call:
-come take this cup,
   come drink thereof,
       come touch and taste the sky, my love-

He comes, entranced by what he sees,
approaches close on bended knee,
leaving the safety of his shell,
he leans to kiss and speaks his peace:
- child of the clouds,
      you taste of trees,
           you gift me life, I set you free.

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