quietly
softly
I feel
the planets
the stars
taking their place
a new place
as it should be
the river is rising
soon
I will meet the river
and though my light is
pale
shivering
a little webbed with aeons of neglect
some will find me
the ice
within
will melt
will melt
into one song
and they will know
they own
the conscience
long thought
forgotten
the eternity
that always has been
Linking to:
Imaginary Garden with Real Toads ~ Mini Challenge ~ Inner Wild Woman
