Flow. By Orna Ross.
Posted on December 10, 2012 by admin
I wish we could flow
as oceans tide,
swelling with joy at our
pulse to unfurl.
I feel we should roll
as planets turn,
dark days and seasons held
level with light.
I sense we can grow
as mountains rise
from stresses rock setting
solid and free.
I intend to go
as children run,
arms wide, smile plunging
into full stop.
This is beautiful! I look forward to reading more.