there was a small bag hanging
on a gold chain round her sweet neck
woven with a pattern of roses
with a single jewel like an eye
it hung there on the musky damp of her of her hot skin
just showing neath the folded
collar of her deep blue shirt
with one painted hand and its bracelet sparkling
she fingered the small leather bag
reminding herself within lay
and the line that was crossed and her desperate hour
and how i was there with solution in hand

she looked out at me from behind thouse majestic eyes
from within the temple of her softly beating heart
from the very center of my known universe
and spoke to me with a small gentle sound
her words caressed the worried brow of my perceptions
the things id been dreamin on in such dark ways
the rumors of worry that haunt my steps
and with my hand held in hers
she walked me on down to the end of the day
scattering dreams at my feet like a path to mystery's
deep satin night sky's with the heat of blazing stars
summer evening with its long gentle hours
comforting lamplight of home golden and safe
all within the majesty of her simple pure eyes
and the soft pink of her lips
as we make love once again neath the spinning stars
surrounded by the landscapes of summer
and the endlessness of time when hand in hand with
your lover
and the small bag now folded
gathering dust in the shadows
fading from memory