Raise me free like summer breezes
wrenched from off the lawn.
Lift me like evaporation
break me like the dawn.

Wick me with your wind strokes,
daylight feathers dust my day.
Stream me with your sunshine;
braze me with your ray.

Paint me torrid like the morning,
bristling brilliant on the rise.
Beat me with your wingspan;
brush me broad across the skies.

Obi_ProfileMr. Martin’s values of vitality and expression inform and influence his interests and use of language and literature.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s