Laying in the golden wreaths of endless fields
I felt you paint your words
Telling me my own destiny
A river flowing in harmonious cries
Sit still, you said -
Feel the crawl of your own hairs -
Feel your soul prickle away –
Be quiet, you said
And, there,
Tears flowing and ebbing -
Feel the water on your toes, you said
The brushes of silk paint and the stars of our skies
Close the ramming windows of your hands on my chest
As the rhythm of your fingers slam away
To the striking of time