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Volume 1 Issue 3
Page 11
Page 11
Remember what we used to know,
when we danced upon the breast of the earth, our rhythm that of her
breathing?
We were smaller then, so we could see forgotten things - fires in
flowers worm races, tiny monsters;
the moon's face was clean and strong and clear and what was
known was not always seen.
We flew on the winds in apple trees,
read the poems in clouds and waves -
danced with each blade of grass,
and understood the sources of light:
beyond our starfields, it glitters gold,
solar winds tangling its veils.
Darkness was only another color,
holding nothing of fear-
and everything of dreams.
when we danced upon the breast of the earth, our rhythm that of her
breathing?
We were smaller then, so we could see forgotten things - fires in
flowers worm races, tiny monsters;
the moon's face was clean and strong and clear and what was
known was not always seen.
We flew on the winds in apple trees,
read the poems in clouds and waves -
danced with each blade of grass,
and understood the sources of light:
beyond our starfields, it glitters gold,
solar winds tangling its veils.
Darkness was only another color,
holding nothing of fear-
and everything of dreams.
| Remember What We Used to Know? By Reneé Dodds |