Moses on the run

vines over arms,
emerald streaks trailing fingers
like thread
reaching towards the sky

smile sunshine, 

cry sunshine,

rain 

tickling childhood
rain
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,

fire

burns the sky

time for Joan of Arc to cover 

her skin 

like ancient temples 

                                    underground.

tip toe the water

Moses on the run
a prophet on the lose
high tide,

low tide,

earth

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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