i can feel her returning
the woman who believes
in the power of her own
creativity
the woman who smiles
secret smiles
the one with the fire dancing
behind her eyes
and in her belly
i hear her footsteps
fall lightly
behind me
she tried to sneak up
without my noticing
but i sensed
her
coming
besides,
who else smells of ylang-ylang
and moon magic?
of so much journey-
like wind in her hair
like dust on her toes?
today
i will spread out my paints
dust off some canvas
keep my guitar handy
and write as if my words
kept the world hanging
in balance
i will welcome her
home
with dancing
and a howl~
Aaaaaauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhh!
sneaky sneaky
ReplyDeleteThe world waits with patient balance, and tempered care, with a quality of calmness and persistent endurance, for the precious stone to immerge, and share her words and song. It’s ready; it just doesn’t know your coming yet. But the shadow knows. (FUCK that’s good) Jus-cru-sin
ReplyDeleteO music
In your depths we deposit our hearts
And souls
Thou has taught us to se with our
Ears
And here with our hearts.
K Gibran