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
Revitalise
We are as one
My true love
Heaven is this place
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