10172014 Presence
Moisture in the breeze; soft
Against my left cheek; caressing
My devout spirit calling; within
rains of soul; depth's flow
This polar-
Half moon wolf cries,
new moon
rains of soul; depth's flow
Creatures never before seen
time is fleeting,
It is just time
Relax I tell myself when murmurs still
of twilight
What do I seek?
It is already there;
here waiting
The Present
Copyright © Cindy Cayton | Year Posted 2014
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