Love Song                 

 

The wind is rushing up the hill

Pushing - lifting – soughing - dying away - 

 To be born again

My love is coming to me.

 

The tent flexes in the wind.

A noise like an old wooden boat

Sails and rigging rubbing

While it is cradled and rocked

In the moving sea and the windy sky.

I am going to touch My Love.

 

Likewise I lie lulled, caressed and cradled

In a waking dream by this warm wind.

A shushy roar of ooohhs and aaaahhs

Musics loosely

With skittering, tacketing leaf percussion.

I am going to hear My Love.

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The velvet vibration on my ear

Takes me down - - - Spreads me out - - -

Dissolves my knots.

 

The moon's settled back in her easy chair

Very bright and very calm - a huge aura.

She gives enough light -

Through the turquoise tent

That I may write this

In otherwise total darkness

I am going to see My Love.

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A fast high wind carries the little clouds

Racing past the stars

The sky is midnight blue and deeply washed

Every nook and cranny jet streamed,

Ground, sanded and blasted by this wind

I am going to caress My Love.

 

My spirit is lifted

The weight around my heart is gone -

My Love is coming to me.

 

I cannot sleep for joy -

Joy at feeling alive once more.

I am at peace in the secure womb of the tent

Where a dried rose lies.

 

I have been here before with my love

Over thousands of miles away.

Take care on your journey today, My Love

I wait for you with joy and a smile in the dark.

 

My heart missed a beat

When I heard the creaks, the cracks

And the groans - from the tallest ashes

Leaning out over the bank across the lane.

If the ash came down across the garden tonight! - I would not care ! -

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Tonight ! - I would be happy to disappear -

My Love loves me … I wait with joy -   Suspended in the light dark –

My Love is coming to me.