Live

I live in a land where rabbits roam the streets and cause men to dream

of moonlight nights and lovers walking hand in hand near mountain streams;

where ravens cross the charcoal sky and single blades of grass do sing

so sweetly when winter’s bite is long forgotten

like the lesson I was taught in

early spring.

I live in a land where painted skies live in my eyes and in my heart

like blossoms that were never forgotten in the planter box that we did start.

I live in a land of love; my heart holds a velvet glove; my hand is open, my soul is hoping

that what I live is what I give.

And every day,

whisper the rabbits and ravens,

“Kiss her. It’s all worth saving.”

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About michaelpoetry

I was born in Labrador (Happy Valley, to be exact ... isn't that a great place to be from?)
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