light-forms repose
...across
twilight air floated graceful
one peace-bird
through a persimmon-sun
and descended onto
still-pool of violet,
now drumming its
wings to breast
softly, gently, it
celebrates a days success
and to alarm
lovingly the stalkers of night
to up and witness
natures redress
again...
there awoke from a
rest and dream
among the thickets
a breath
to warm the chilling
air
a heartbeat
and longing glare
to walk upon water
where
no hunger or strife
obscured
visions of gratitude
which coupled their
senses.
but a fondness for a
time and place
that were theirs...
such a dawn
signalled that
nights adventures
were Godly
when homecoming to a
den
of refuge
would be
loving,wondrous,beautiful
restful
as peace upon still
waters
where forms mingle
to drink of light...
Drifter LuxWolf