Saturday, April 25, 2015

Her Him They

Hey Hey! Here's a Saturday post!

She is wrapped
in change
as if it were a tassel
of multicolor ribbon
and she
the Maypole.
Her laughter and joy
fling diamonds
around her whipping red hair.
She is rooted.
But she is change.
Be still love.
All the storms around you.
But I hold the quill that rights you.
That writes you.
Still my little raging one.
Your power is unchecked,
your prowess untethered,
but I am the netting that holds you.
That holds you.
Do let's
Do let us
Start all over again
Shall we
Right in the middle of things
Let's shake hands
Like we've never met
Bow and curtsy
Take hands
Not make plans
Just begin the dance
In the middle of the story
Begin again
Before the end
No apologies
For there is no past to speak of
As it drops from away
In the wind as
Autumn leaves

With words, song & prayer, TiMo
Onward Looking
© Tiffany Monique February 2014

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