She Speaks to the Night Sky
What rests below does not sleep unless by sleep you mean dream which she does but not slumber, the hidden soul of her forest body
What rests below does not sleep unless by sleep you mean dream which she does but not slumber, the hidden soul of her forest body
awaiting your jewel-like
facets full of forgiveness
to complete this holy creation<!-- AddThis
We’re in December and something is thawing not just in the air with blankets of fog or in the rain soaked ground but in the
Before the head moved the body seemed part of the rock stepping down to the cold rising tide. When the head raised, with rippling layers
stirred and lifted
to the last of the sun
before descent
and the long rest
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