I had a dream of green hills
rolling far and away over the horizon
laying smooth against jagged peaks
in an undulating silence
If you wait there long enough
when the sun rests its fingers
in the nape of the cool grasses
the hills will shake in the wind
-
as it motions their time has come
raising their necks toward the sky
upon the shoulders of the white oaks
they paint the virgin walls of the heavens
us beasts trample carelessly
through gold and lavender beds
rolling ankles over dusty stones
to lower our heads into the brook
that flows from the root of the billowing slopes
-
listen closely to the frogs
they hide here from our cities
and know the aimless directions
the hardy trunks of white oaks bend
we have come here to see
the inkwell of their eyes
fill with the colors of this life
-
as the sun wanders away
leaving us to drink from the moon
in an undulating silence
I am A. Vos, an artist currently residing in Portland, Oregon. I really appreciate you taking the time to engage with this work. A lot of time and effort goes into these offerings, so please consider becoming a paid subscriber for five dollars.
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