mix and mingle with the cold north wind
blow on my garden [that its spices may flow out]
melting my transatlantic heart
swoop, swoop low, brother owl
come, come near, Sky Spirit
this is my body: grass & goosebumps & moonlight
these are my eyelids: heavy with stars
this white wheat, soft as a lamb on my fingertips
oh, take my hand, pull me into the fields
oh, take my hand, lay me open under the night
1 comment:
:-) Beautiful. I like your mind.
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