Monday, September 24, 2007

red trees & music

like a child i wait…

tick…
tock…
tick...

for the black-haloed mujer
with red lips
to sing me her song

whispering wisdom within

dark-eyed goddess
of passion
illuminating in the breeze

celebrating celestial creation

awakening in the night
with fingers of gold
play on

enlightening eternal euphoria

a rite of passage
a right of freedom
nothing to lose

1 comment:

Sarah & Rebe said...

AHHHHHHHHHGGGGG it makes me cry my dear! It is ust sublime how you express, how you create! it is beautiful!!!LIKE USUAL!!!!
muaaaah