Pages 63 & 64
Posted: November 14th, 2011, 8:14 pm
At rivers' edge
A garden whose secret remains
She comes to bathe
Amongst flowers and stars
Magic at hand
Vines embrace her
Rooted in unending time
She sprout and grows
Mother of water air and earth
Pleased are we in her earthly gaze
To lie beside her
On mosses ancient and soft
A gentle breeze from her pursed lips
Off to sleep
Are we