Swagazine #4

Untitled by Bryant Stith

The horizon plunges
into a city square
of breezes, pigeons, and bookstores
wrapped in a blanket
of summer mist.
Two eyes emerge
from a shaded brick alley,
warm and flickering,
telling stories
and secrets.
Her face mirrors the sky,
echoes the earth,
and reflects the waves of the sea.
Clouds stay at arm's length;
shadows kneel on the ground;
machines lose their power
and choke --
but I share as much as I can.
I don't want to scare her away,
but nothing she'd say could scare me.
We are from a common stream,
we reciprocate half of our histories --
the days of sunshine and paranoia,
playing and fleeing
in offices and deserts.
Romance planted at birth
begins to unfold
when we meet --
it bears feathers, hands, and crowns,
it brings moisture to the ground.
Shapes and designs
for the heart
constructed within the mind,
structures of wood and words
to find oneness
between two worlds.