I am in awe of you

Women who decline definition

Who walk on soundless feet

On legs that suport my earth

You, who fall from the sky

Heal with your hands

Pray on strings or keys, and straddle grace.

You, who create beauty where dull eyes met nothing

You are my alpha

The inner Call of Truth

Leave your prints in warm soil

I am right behind you

Published in: on June 29, 2008 at 10:28 PM Leave a Comment

Eighty-three isn’t so old

I can picture you there and you aren’t different

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