Sep 2019
You bade me come
Like blades of grass and shields of rye
Like wind in mountain meadows past
Like sun and moon and sky
Your hand outstretched a breath from mine
Midst mire known to sink
I reached
And took you in with a sight so deep
You bade me come alive
Like blades of grass and shields of rye
Like wind in mountain meadows past
Like sun and moon and sky
Your hand outstretched a breath from mine
Midst mire known to sink
I reached
And took you in with a sight so deep
You bade me come alive
This one started with a sound, which lead to a sight, which lead to a question, and ultimately brought me here. THAT is how this came to be.
