us posted by imani , Wednesday, August 19, 2009 at 1:15 AM, in Labels: ars poetica

the form assumed by
air when you let the
smoke escape from
your lips
the shape taken by
water as you let the
rain trickle down
your nape
the happiness embodied
by wildflowers blossoming
in the night
the loneliness of dusk
broken by the laughter
of dawn,
a ceaseless wondering
of what we could
become.


for calliope