You know how
to set yourself aside
from me
from others
get quiet
I feel you
through the day
and the night
I do not have the luxury
of not sensing your shadowed twists
and turns
You snake inside my being
whisper into my belly
my throat
as you swim through your day
I feel your elation
joy and despair
Your moan of pain
And desire for another
And yet
I stay...
Perhaps we had an agreement
before we found each other
that I would guide you
and you me
A contract we made
to keep each other climbing
up the mountain past fear and chaos
into connection with the Divine
You Sky Father
Me Earth Mother
It is tiring
this weaving into your DNA
sometimes it yanks
a great thick chain
between us
burns our wrists
When do we say "Enough"
Enough now..
and free each other
rip Earth from Sky
allowing mist to gather between
our exposed limbs
I would miss you
my ancient Love
And yet
I hunger
for a gentler expression
soft fingertips touching
simplicity
I crave some peace
a tranquil dance
For an expression of life
without battle
To lay down my great sacred armour
And
To lay down instead
in gentler arms
Will I have failed
if I gift myself a new peace?
Let you go to wrangle
and rage with your demons
and lift your own Angel to the sky?
All rights reserved Veronica Farmer 2015
www.veronicafarmer.org
to set yourself aside
from me
from others
get quiet
I feel you
through the day
and the night
I do not have the luxury
of not sensing your shadowed twists
and turns
You snake inside my being
whisper into my belly
my throat
as you swim through your day
I feel your elation
joy and despair
Your moan of pain
And desire for another
And yet
I stay...
Perhaps we had an agreement
before we found each other
that I would guide you
and you me
A contract we made
to keep each other climbing
up the mountain past fear and chaos
into connection with the Divine
You Sky Father
Me Earth Mother
It is tiring
this weaving into your DNA
sometimes it yanks
a great thick chain
between us
burns our wrists
When do we say "Enough"
Enough now..
and free each other
rip Earth from Sky
allowing mist to gather between
our exposed limbs
I would miss you
my ancient Love
And yet
I hunger
for a gentler expression
soft fingertips touching
simplicity
I crave some peace
a tranquil dance
For an expression of life
without battle
To lay down my great sacred armour
And
To lay down instead
in gentler arms
Will I have failed
if I gift myself a new peace?
Let you go to wrangle
and rage with your demons
and lift your own Angel to the sky?
All rights reserved Veronica Farmer 2015
www.veronicafarmer.org