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Father Sky and Mother Earth

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He looks upon her
his blue eyes
a twinkle
What is our purpose
really? he asks.
To procreate
he replies
to my smiling eyes
Why is it two by two?
why Father Sky
and Mother Earth
if we are not meant to
bring children to birth
Bag of runes
rattles on the table
he draws
and flow
he knows, as I do too
that we are
star naked, dressed
in the morning

Father sky
and Mother Earth
God and Goddess
separated for too
are in
the first stanza
of an eternal
love song
And Earth quivers
while Sky paints
a pretty endless