Morning fox

The blood vessels in my eyes bleed.

On the highway to your heart they feed.

Silicon in these stones, wash the skin from my hands.

Water shifts the particles of sand.

Gravity pulls the flow of the river.

Memory of that dawn sinks deeper.

All the birds seem to flying in the same direction.

Infected by the love of the sun, in this frozen section.

Todays mist dances with yesterdays dust.

Even the fox in your eyes, i trust.

© Deon Heemskerk 2013

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