Wind swept pillows molded by a scimitar
Catch a winter surfer eye as if shining like a star
Who, in all his layers, bundled for the fun
Sways this way and that, then carves on away
Bending at the knees, turning from his hips
Launching off cliffs, he soars through the air
A smile cheek to cheek, a scarf warming that
Snow flying everywhere; the markings of a trail
This tells all of a snowboarder’s decent
Tag: cliffs
These Dreams (day 176)
I want to run my hands
Along the coast of your heart
Down the ridge of your back
Along the peaks of your curves
I want to create these memories
Like sun baked carvings in the sand
Washed away with time
It was about the game rest assured
I want to traverse these cliffs
With the gravity of your kiss
Propelled with your hands
Gently urging me forth
I want to lounge in these valleys
Where the grass does grow deep
I want to lounge in these valleys
I want to sing with these trees