We laid the foundation of our hearts
And spread beneath an open sky
Where neither walls nor whims
Knew limitation to licentious surrealism;
The clouds, like little rabbits framed
Running through the soul,
Stood as libation
In silent spring.
Weeds rack the roots,
No resurgence in the recalcitrant puberty,
Midst rustled horses and wrangled roses,
What saw us raise our heads to dream;
The foundation remains, regal rock
Walking beneath the sunlight
Where crumbled walls cracked
To visions of yester-year.
* My submission to part two of a special edition the One Shoot Sunday Photo Prompt, with that breathtaking frame shot provided by one Sean McCormick, a Canadian Photographer that is the focus of my latest interviews for One Stop. Great guy, with some truly stunning nature photography…it absolutely breathes with life, history, and all the shadows of memories gone before. Have a look when you get the chance, and check out all the other poets inspired by the prompt!