GLASS BEADS
what if the grass were fragile?
what if you were here?
everywhere i walk, tinkling
water drops roll on my skin
water ain't solid like glass beads
the earth IS fragile
every single sound
to be never heard that way again
kiss me kiss me!
let it last for ever
let me know again
that i am walking naked in wet grass
that the rain keeps falling
that your laughter is my music
and that the sun will shine on both of us
You're a great model. The tone of you combined with your experience gives you a unique grace. Your spirit is well-suited to the northlands I think.
ReplyDeletei read this and feel well. i see your photographs, especially the last, and feel alive, know i am a woman. so very good to read/see you again:)
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erin