How I long to dance
In the swirling grass seas
Swaying and revolving
The breeze, my perfect partner
Catching me up like a dandelion seed
In my dreams, I swim
Through a field of coral flowers
Picking out a perfect clearing
For a lie down in the rippling caustics
Covered in the fantastic changing light patterns
Drawn up the canyon
In a thundering cloud
Like lightning, touching down on tiptoe
Alighting on powerful rustling backs
Diving off the cliff at the head of the pack
A perilous climb for fingers and driven line
Like squats in midair
Keep standing and you will appear
Face emerging in the swirling cloud mass
Rolling over the apex, coated in dust and sweat
Will I ever climb the stairs to heaven?
Roaring silence
Overtakes the jungle inhabitants
Every step larger than the last
Leaping through the gate
K.B. Silver
About the Creator
K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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