So much depends on
love that you'd think more people would use it.
It All Rises
Slicing the mountain
with a cool silence you can smell,
slivers of pink light
rub and brush the crags.
My ribs thrill out past the horizon.
Weaving this sunrise
of mind,
heart,
spirit,
we immortally must kiss
from across a smiling distance.
The euphoria I feel
embracing your possibilities
proves underneath all doubt
there is a yes
of stranger stronger scentedness
(sleeping fifty million winks a second)
than possibly any manufactured no.
*******
Alan Harris
All ponderables and poems in these e-mails were authored by Alan Harris. Sharing is fine.
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