Hands formed into a fist
her jaw, set..
****.
She's gonna slug me
"You opened up a thirst in me, Paul.
Are you going to see it through..
or just stand there?"
Her war-torn, Mesopotamian spirit
Bringing fire to those beautiful, Baltic eyes;
A direct descendant of all things, Telmun
She is waiting on a Pearl
Waiting, for the Pearl
Archipelago of Virginity
--Beautiful girl is the Pearl
After gazing at her stunning beauty
I turn back, and resume the task
of digging with a small trowel
into the dark, loamy soil
She slaps me on the shoulder,
tears streaming from those dark
sky-filled eyes..
"..I thirst"
Ladles are made for love;
In abundance, they bring drink
to those who sojourn,
those, who wait
And it is I
who have allowed myself
to become distracted,
as of late--
Holding out for beauty
When all along, Beauty
Has been holding out for me
It is a dance we do in silence,
far below this morning sun
You in your life, me in mine,
we have begun
Here we stand, and without speaking
draw the water from the Well
And stare beyond the plains
to where the mountains lie so still
But it's a long way that I have come
Across the sand, to find this peace
among your people in the sun
Where the families work the land
as they have always done
Oh, it's so far, the other way
my country's gone
Across my home, has grown the shadow
of a cruel and senseless hand
Though in some strong hearts
the love and truth remain
And it has taken me this distance
and a woman's smile to learn
That my heart remains among them
and to them I must return
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3P4x0qhvprs&t=56s
There is a need
and a thirst..
a waiting-for
so very worth waiting for
xoxo
