Inner song
bring my soul
a tune to sing
one so old
that when first sang
before the sun
whilst angels danced
a circle they ran
around the space
where lay Earth!
Inner song sing to me
a sweet-toothed tune
pick up my shadow
and show it the light
and angels dance
they circle me
around the space
where lay my soul!
:: 04-02-2014 ::
So love! Sow love!
All the greatness
we see in expansive
hearts and blue skies
my sweet love!
That short potential
stir in eyes;
that storm of heart
is the eclat of hungry
souls ~~ when thinking
a right to be whole
may only smell roses
and all seasons of spirit
chashed by imperial officers
of a hidden universe:
so love! sow love!
That your hands are within
mine makes me whole!
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