360*tree

take my hand and climb with me…

two hundred and thirty nine degrees: ‘I can hear them…’

Angel From Montgomery ~ Dave Matthews Band

two hundred and thirty nine

Sudden, shift. Like lightning. Doors, swing. Open, inviting. Long months, restriction. Stilted, and stuck. Forced, to surrender. I do.

Learning, to trust. Waltzing with, wild. Water, in flow. Miraculous, life. Born, of storm. And strife. Once empty, fields. Now greening. Below a skye,burnished bright.

Hopes made, manifest. Quiescence, shattered.

The silent, sleep.

o v e r

*

If dreams were thunder…

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