A warming blanket of illumination
Home-felt hands resting on me
The sky faced as my father
My body feels tall grass around
My minds spent of proper thought
Serpents join my star light
The ageless pass me to rising flight
As mountain stones to passing time
Warm bedded contentment in form
A place has fallen beneath me
In final grace to my fading wonder
For I have longed as longing can
On the distance to clasp my jewel
My home to shine unbound
mF
(C) MarkFlood2015 poem + image
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