Monday, November 3, 2014


In the shadow of a pine
I rest my eyes,
rest my soul
inside you
where you may save my soul
like a treasure.

In the sparkle of light
in winter
like lace
draped upon pines
I wander
and follow the pattern
to the brilliant grey, white overhead
where the black ink branches fade
and disappear.

Stand for a moment
stand for a dreaming moment to feel the earth
to make the earth solid
beneath me
around me
to surround me.

-Kevin Slick

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