For the close ones
swimming through these days with me
the safest shore -
I reach for it when seas
would gutter ground
beneath me
taking detour
from these days
of steering
frantic lines of a to b
toward friendship simple
as a burnished ring
balanced in it`s curvature
and brilliant white -
sunlight`s stream
through leafy glade
no end and no beginning
how the glittered water
speaks of depths
we neither
could imagine
but oh the shore -
the landing
sings to me
in language simple
as the lap of wave, easy
as the beat of wing
sings to me
the song of everything
written by Kathryn Ross December 2014
Copyright Kathryn Ross 2014
swimming through these days with me
the safest shore -
I reach for it when seas
would gutter ground
beneath me
taking detour
from these days
of steering
frantic lines of a to b
toward friendship simple
as a burnished ring
balanced in it`s curvature
and brilliant white -
sunlight`s stream
through leafy glade
no end and no beginning
how the glittered water
speaks of depths
we neither
could imagine
but oh the shore -
the landing
sings to me
in language simple
as the lap of wave, easy
as the beat of wing
sings to me
the song of everything
written by Kathryn Ross December 2014
Copyright Kathryn Ross 2014