Beneath the Shapes
Cloudfingers caress
mountain breasts
in lightest morning love;
whitewater lace trickling
over wet green mounds.
Newborn light shows me
beneath the forms,
how cloud and mountain,
lake and dewy trees, and I,
rise into life, into marvelous shapes,
from some single
streaming source.
©Susa Silvermarie 2018
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