Tuesday, 4 August 2015

Nothing here no axe to grind, no wings to dream on, no mind. Lapping waves of peace onto my shore ensure your words if harsh tumble to the floor and what miracle is this ( who knew!?) when they do, your anger turns to dust and love reigns once more. We let go.

Sunday, 2 August 2015

hand in my hand and gold bands from deep beneath the earth, my fierce artemisian soul declares I am still never to be owned..and for what it's worth.. my power is my privilege to loan.
and then you hold me
and I know your tenderness
it falls like petals around my heart
so I lay down my bow, command my wolves to rest
surrendered to love.