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Contents{Some Adult Material}
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3 Aware
4 Blue Calm
5 Chico Ride
6 Chico Stroll 7 Coming 8 Dunes 9 Ecstasy 10 Forever 11 Friends 12 Georgia 13 Half Moon 14 Light Play 15 Lump 16 Marion 17 Missing 18 Move 19 Nothing 20 Now |
21 Little*Things
22 Lonely Death 23 Missing 24 Northern Pearl 25 Parked 26 Plan 27 Slivers 28 Smart 29 Stepping/Tangle 30 Summer Girl 31 Teabox 32 Tears 33 Three Pigs Meet Lobo 34 Trace 35 Trace II 36 Under*Growth 37 Wake>>>= 38 You |
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Reader, Timeless moments reflect upon the fabric of timeless reality, shinning through moments of timeless continuity.
The inspiration for the following words came from the reflection of being. Enjoy!
Please embrace this work with the knowledge that we are touching souls and sharing the eternity of love.
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Island Morning
Welcome morning slips from the night, white daisy field reaching toward sunlit horizon,
Sprinkled yellows, pinks, among the lush green dew laden growth,
Silent, calm doe steps tawny brown, ears forward across the traveled lane,
Pausing from her browse, to twitch nose and tail, curious about the pen and paper creature scribbling from atop the stone,
Attention drawn to passing car she springs a single bound into the dense brush,
light footed now returning on soft hoofed steps, alert to any threat,
Bird song rings through crisp chill air, cawing crows rake the dust blue sky,
Time lifts the earth star higher, stroking tall fireweed stalks into blazing hued,
aroma filled forests,
Dancing swallows, choreograph their chosen kingdom with a dipping,
diving, aerobatic ballet,
Posted speed limit sign, cautions those who pass, stalwart it stands, perhaps your missing something, perhaps your moving to fast,
Children's voices, join the track as mornings dawn begins to slack,
Reaching from their roots across the debris laden forest floor, trees of every description, welcome the warmth of the late morn,
Rabbits quick and swift, hop deftly over the lane, eager to taste fresh shoots brought forth atop their favorite succulent stems,
The ants chemical path leads an army through its random daily search,
across every surface, to the peak of every perch,
The scribbler, pen now resting, mind and paper filled by each blade of grass,
each solid stone of the path, contemplates the beauty of a breath taken,
the erotic pleasure of these gifts not forsaken.
©Bruce Larson*Moore
Rainbow Brain Productions