lurid brush strokes <br />crossing <br />the shoulders of the sky <br />tearing apart <br />the morning light <br /> <br />ocean tides <br />ruffling <br />its skirts <br />arranging treasures <br />along the seashore <br /> <br />every person <br />has his own path <br />a journey <br />a story of a life time <br />to be written <br /> <br />my heart still sings <br />favorite words of a song <br />from my youth <br />I hunger for your touch <br />now you are here <br /> <br />I travel <br />the crossroads of your hand <br />looking for directions <br />walking on moss <br />soft and quiet - acceptance<br /><br />Ben Gieske<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lurid-brush-strokes-the-crossroads-of-your-hands-5-tanka/
