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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