Warmth by James Morehead
July 3, 2011
Warmth
by James Morehead
fine dust falling spent incense in long smooth trails shadows of grey peace a mist a prism beam of lights in a prisoned sky warmth around drawing us inward sheets that rise and fall carrying us dreaming of rainclouds drifting to sea if the sun rises a fresh breeze clearing darkness the night will vanish in silence
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