A Well Red Flower – part 3

As the moist droplets of constellations. drip down her nearly bare body, the grass below reaches closer to her, growing taller with its desire to imbibe each falling star.

Triangulation directed me closer to the stars,
so I took that route towards the sun.
Epiphanies in the clouds

Speculation brought me back down to dirt,
not much to say for the insecurities of gravity…
Justly humbled
Held down, yet together…

Moved back into Mother Earth…
My room in the heart of her womb…
Seasons sheltered in Our home

Listened to the springs and caught the falls.
Illuminated by the silent fullness of the winter Moon
It shines bright as summer in love

Floats like Feathers

My love floats like feathers; as we

chase our dreams.

Through window panes,

the fall has caught me,

Deep within your arms…

In your heart, I AM home (again).

I never fell in love with you.

Always I have loved you.

At the bottom,

on the ground,

Meeting in the middle

this (life) time.

Looking up to stars…

 

 

Winter/2014