today it is enough to be here wide open under a singing sky waiting for morning to find me.
would it matter if i let me run your hands along my fault lines let them find that i exist in breath skin, flesh and bone because i know you would take your shoes off everyday to hear the sun rise and is it enough to live this world knowing there’s a holy mountain is…
before the sun lights the last leaf, before autumn blue fades to a night thick with stars, before the dove has called evening clear from the telephone wire, before the geranium has closed petal by purple fold petal to the night, i will drink deeply of here hold it a moment cool water to my…