visionary
by in_earth
Posted to Action Poetry on 2003-05-04 06:19:00
Parent message is 443146
things becomming so solid at this time of the irish year
i nearly missed you there/here.
Where are the angels, i hear someone say,
and smile, looking everywhere at once by closing my eyes to hear
great breaths of the wind in a tended garden with the scent of woman on a beautiful breeze.
I find myself once more upon my knees before her, her refined power,
her magical love.
🙂 xxx