Monday, May 30, 2011

Enveloped by Tori Barnwell

The sky is endlessly blue


I lean my head back and turn slowly,


searching for a break


There is none


The sun, clear cut and indefinable,


dangles above my head


and I close my eyes and bask in its warmth


I want to reach out and grasp, if only


for a second, the beauty before me


The vastness of light above


the treetops grows, and becomes the


clearest, cleanest blue I’ve ever seen


Green and blue,


The only colors you’d ever need. 

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