Sitting in a field made of water
growing starlight by the dim
light of the moon, as she traipses
through rivers of tulips like roads,
replacing the need for roads.
There is nothing I need in my pockets,
nor inside my heart (or hemorrhaging up
on my sleeve) see, I am dreaming
outside of the pictures, outside
of the pictures.
Here: there are no moments,
only bodies, and beings of light.
© Kristin Reynolds 5 1 2011
Just another doodle for fun; full of words I was going to drown. (
The sunlight hit this just right when I took the photo, though…)