Ripples
recede into the dusk.
From
where horizon’s lost, horizons meet,
You call
by the edge of the sea.
Remembering
no fear (for I
am already
your making)
of the fabric
of me (You.)
A child
wanting
no world (for beautiful
You are
my world, you are) I
run for a dive in the blue
swing to where gravity rises
roll in the dirt and the flower—it comprises
of all
that I am
and all
that you see.
No
longer afraid
(Will
you?) I
reach the
moon and all that I'm saying
and (hear!)
the rays
of a sun singing.
Into the
dawn
one
sparkle is skimming
its way
to the shore of the ocean
to find
it is lost, its destination:
a candle
lit at noon
a snowflake
rested at sea.
I carry
your heart with me.
I carry
it in my heart.
(I carry
your heart with me.
I carry it in my heart.)
No comments:
Post a Comment