You are deep,
Rippling with stories. His, Hers and Ours.
I roll over your surface,
And you speak.
Wherever I am,
Whoever I’m with,
You are there
Underfoot. In my lungs. In my hair.
My mud home.
Not one square of you. All of you.
The Forest, Steppe and Plain.
Enchanted planet, you are open to me,
Whispering your secrets
And I glide along your veins.
You are deep.
Expanding with ideas. From above and beyond.
As I travel beneath you.
Wherever I am.
However I live.
You are here.
Overhead. In my eyes. In my ears.
The road winds on,
Over you. Under you.
It is a flow born of you both; Earth and Sky.
Restless. Within me. Ever onward.
Pushing forever forward,
Over my edges. Toward...
Atulya K Bingham
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