i stand, on the cold pacific sand
i make my bed on the ocean floor
and still you are with me
you have looked me in the eyes
engulfing me
hand on my shoulder-
pavement under my feet
there is no place:
the brilliance of heaven
the expanses of earth
the deserts of hell
where i can depart from your presence
you knew me before i knew myself
you knew
that i love watercolors
gray sweaters
purple eyeliner
new pens
when the darkness is
drownaroundsurround
like a weighted blanket
even the blindness of nighttime will be
as bright as day to me
for you are a light
at all times
all-encompassing
ever-renewing
your thoughts of me
are like drops of molten gold
precious- like raindrops
i catch them in my mouth
lead me down the forest trail
into the heart of the Garden
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| © Jim McCausland |
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