swiftly it ended like feathers in the wind
and our hours finished like time had stood still
respect the transition and let go of will
for our useless attempts to force our way
usually never end too well
sell me the secrets that you’ve kept hidden
i’ll bend the rules for you
i’ll sell my tools for you
i’ll accept fools for you
excellent we are
the traders of the heart
far and apart and as close
as the earth beneath our feet
in sweet sage and thyme
lifetimes fly by
i eat and breathe
to keep the flames alive
and remind myself that i will never die
and my soul will be free
free as the wind cascading upon a lake
satiated by love and sweet goddesses above