Moses on the run

vines over arms,
emerald streaks trailing fingers
like thread
reaching towards the sky
smile sunshine, 
cry sunshine,
tickling childhood
tying hearts to the clouds 

wind through thoughts
strokes of love amuse
like words lost in space
with nowhere to be told
sun rise,
sun set,
burns the sky
time for Joan of Arc to cover 
her skin 
like ancient temples 

tip toe the water
Moses on the run
a prophet on the lose
high tide,
low tide,
under the ocean,
sails away on a rope
under streams and rivers
a deluge 
under traveled roads

earth's mountains, climbed
to reach a top
where volcanoes erupt

and magma flows,
                                  like tears.

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