lei fraser

Sun sets on the water
Orange light spills everywhere
I sit on smooth rock
By the shore
Water like glass
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Flight of fire
Iridescent green
Last dance
Before sunset
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I feel this pause
Between breath, no breath
The sky is sapphire
And the birds play in the pines
Their songs float down
Around me like a misty musical rain
The pause lifts itself into the air
Curling and turning
In an upward dance
Like a feather caught on a breeze
The sun shines through the branches
I stand
Held
In this moment
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Space between
Words
Ice between
River and sunshine
Flame between
Candle and air
Here
I
Sit
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Snow falls
Serene dance
Soft yellow sunlight
Falls across my hand
What is this?
The question weaves itself
Between words
I reach out
To hold your hand
Fingers intertwined
Strong hold
What is this?
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I count the beads
That sit on my wrist
One by one
I never think to look
Where I begin
Or finish,
I just count.
The glass is cool
Smooth in my fingertips
Blue of the ocean
The sky, aquamarine
Soothing
Tranquility
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Send me flowers
While I am living
Don’t wait until
I am gone
No sweet words
That paint the air
Hanging there waiting
To fall
No kisses to turn me away
To look for you
When the moon comes out
To dance with the stars
Send me
So when the blossoms fade
And the leaves rot to mush
I can return them home
To the grave, cold ground
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Frost embraces pane of glass
Sunlight’s kiss the same
Like a rose breaking
Through an egg shell
The glass remains
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Pearls off a broken string
Clatter to the ground
Gathered again
In a white ceramic bowl
Placed on a shelf
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Soft petal crimson
Touched by dewdrops
Kissed by morning sun
In silence born
Unfolding with wings
Butterflies and spring breezes
Fragile breathless beauty
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Breathing out, breathing in
Seeing fish and letting them swim
Looking out the window, looking in
Searching tomorrow and everywhere I have been
Like a spring breeze you pass through me
Sun burst through the clouds
Every drop of rain
You are gone again
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Stone finds its place
At the river’s bottom
Between the water and sand
Current surges and swirls
Stone moves unexpectedly
To tumble and turn
Then find its place once again
At the river’s bottom
Between the water and sand
Does the stone shape the water around it
Or does the sand and water shape the stone?
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