dance in the morning
all warnings are slipping away
the rain is a hundred tears
the moon is our hourglass

streaks of color
in sunset's persimmon sky
i am soaked in honey
your feet are my pillow
in love’s shelter
the storm of life passes

baskets of fruit overflowing
the rhythm is distant
our echos are persistent
infinite dreams of bison are flowing

how did we get here
sweat out this fragrance
drift from soul to page
like a butterfly in mating season

Oh sage
of delicate fingers
the ethers are binding
are you direct
or are you blinding

make space for innocence
the way a glove separates the fingers
forget the medicine
that is not growing in your garden

stroke my arm and kiss my soul
four fingers strumming
and only the thumb
knows the downbeat

select from the masses
a basket of fruit
if the flowers
are staring directly at you
they shall respect your masquerade

still they invite you
to jump out of your ego
and give up this charade
dress yourself yet again
in your whitest wedding gown

its time to undo
the ritual
that cast you
from your shadow