It is frail the moment fanning patterned thought
of maze to find receptive soul reclined
freeing heart gathers darkened silken air
her web the bed her lair
Sheets of moister glisten lightly on her brow
gathers inner being will he teach
her how
to climb a mountain filled with breath which runs
in tears filling thirsty mouths
pale her face sleep descends mounting stroking
misty eyes stay shut
light of soul finely threaded finds it's way to touch
last rugged stone a graven image lost
inside of me
treating picture of your mind tender mercy
be so kind to walk as one
beside me now.
cradled women heaven says just please don't cry
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