by amy – April 20, 2012 in Words
I am a river catching clouds,
Carrying them over mountains.
Over aeons I weave songs in my flowing.
Mellow, lulling, lifting, slowing.
I twinkle with the echoes of knowing.
Men and women’s voices
Wrapped in a veil,
Are my sheen and my thrum.
In the stillness at twilight,
I weld their frequencies
With the fire of sapphire suns.
At night I am constellated by stars,
My depths struck by angel’s flutes,
And when dove feathers come to rest,
I touch them one by one,
And let them go.