response to Eve III by Cory Garcia
as we dance on the clouds you sing to me spraying your colors all around reflecting your art
the tears didn’t leave a trail into the corn field till after the couple was found frozen and dead but left many puddles after
you could smell it like it is smoldering under the shavings then it eats its way out and sharing with the wood
turning the faucet on and asking for something and out it pours, free flowing and full of color, abstract for the eye to see
so im stuck here beside my mind thinking all the time that i just discovered life while still making time to ride with paw prints beside
i tried sign language, the languag… they call it, the mating call, the… of the pelican to the penguin as t… and you see the light through the… and know that there is hope, waiti…
the goose bumps resonating essence leaking out as emotions
yellow flashing white laying brown reaching gray creeping blue floating
as i went to leave a comment and say something like– gold isn’t gold with out the fire. and then i doubted as if questioning my own beliefs
the self sabotaging squirrel planting trees with in trees destroying his own dwelling or constructing his future weakening the trees bring bugs
glossed over as if covered in a way that makes it new some say white others blue
would be like finding the end of t… only you weren’t looking for it to the surprise of not many days l… shaken and stirred, mixed in a way of never to be separated again
with hardness of heart great gnashing there will be lost in eternity if one came back they would see
shuffle reshuffle cut . reshuffle picking different cards this time placing a crinkle
reflecting my Father brings light to the darken glass mirroring His love will be my home pass