Tuesday, 10 January 2012

Resting Place

Standing in the shadow of her glory

The wind encapsulates me

The rain batters my form

Her long back, her rounded head -

Like a whale surfacing

Am I to be her Jonah

swallowed whole?

Or, am I the child of the monster

rising from green fields, purple heather, brown forests?

She is:

The end of my rainbow

My pot of gold

(even in this rain)

Thine is the glory

She is my drug

Injecting me with new life


We are as one

My true love

Heaven is this place

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