often...
i wonder if the dawn comes
or the rain will fall
even if the tide recedes
.
sometimes...
i hear the movement of the sky
and the bleating of fawns
owls fly silently
.
at evening...
stars race across the heavens
wolves dance in the moonlight
i hear songs of sirenes
.
in the morning...
i brush your hair with my fingertips
kiss the nape of your neck
night and day are my blessing
.
i am the enchanting
.
(c) erik minas-gilkes 7 march 2020 3:16am