Olas gigantescas

(C) 2014 by Metta Anderson - All Rights Reserved


Olasgigantescas
de
palabras coloridas
crashing and churning
over your head

drowning you
in sounds
and images
not known
to you
before

Wall of blues
washing you
down to your
soul

And then
white
to lick your
heart
to heal the
wounds
to return
the love
you feel
for

Your music

Whirlpools
of red
to warm you
to sheild you
to give you back
your self

And finally
gold and yellow
the sun
in all its
phases
the light
looking
for you
You 
can't
hide

To bronze
again
to temple rooms
of long ago
to dancing
in the sun
And all the colors
that you see
are 
words
to be written
in stone
again


(C) 2014 by Metta Anderson
All Rights Reserved
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