Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Strangers in the Wind

They keep
mimicking
the seasons,
volatile fragrances,
elusive winds

with gentle, but
heavy hands.
She,
          she,
she,

          them,
sentimaental lights
burning in child-
hood dreams, past
landscapes with

innocence's fruits.
They place their
visions in time's
unearthly possession
and distrust man's

intentions.  I'm
surrounded by fleshly
angels that don't
recognize the origins
of my wings.


(c)Synnika Lofton                    2005
from The Burden and the Gift, Vol 3
The Poetry Juggernaut Movement

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