New Friends
by Rowan Blair Colver
New friends with old ties
The river runs through time
And with hair the colour
Of rain in the distance
And a body curved like
Rolling hills and fields that
Wander into the storm
So more to be unravelled
As the eyes peel away the illusion
Day by day
Into oblivion and forward
Like hounds on the scent
Cast away the sensation of lament
And dare to face the surface
With wide open eyes
Cherish you and gratify you
In song and moments
In eye shine and in postures
Hidden behind doors
Earth child be soon undone
Into more than you ever would have become
Without the moment of bliss
by Rowan Blair Colver
New friends with old ties
The river runs through time
And with hair the colour
Of rain in the distance
And a body curved like
Rolling hills and fields that
Wander into the storm
So more to be unravelled
As the eyes peel away the illusion
Day by day
Into oblivion and forward
Like hounds on the scent
Cast away the sensation of lament
And dare to face the surface
With wide open eyes
Cherish you and gratify you
In song and moments
In eye shine and in postures
Hidden behind doors
Earth child be soon undone
Into more than you ever would have become
Without the moment of bliss
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