But oh the stars
*
and arms
of ocean
the hill side of shoulder
the jaw of ridge
The mouth of river
it's silver strands of flow
*
But oh the stars
*
the wave of curling waist
the fire in the center
deep flames breathing
the red
ridge of tree burning
thoughts chasing clouds
the flow of wind whisper
*
But oh the stars
*
cloud masking the eye of the moon
shadows casting on the cheek of the earth
the moss
underfoot
the changing of the distance from warmth
the season of life
*
But oh the stars
About the Creator
susan marie loehe
everything is Art, Art is Everything.
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