~Calling to Her~
Wild woman
Has Hybrid lore
Feral to the bone
Renewed each turn of moon tide
Her name is home
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
~Tracking~
You lay traps for me
Shining things that caught another,
Polished with charm
Spring locked with anger
But I sense them
You think you see me,
outlined in some place
A chalk line
Etched
Naked
White against the stone
So you stalk
You wait
in stillness
You think you hear me
But I walk past you
You seek me in your sleep
And in your dreams you have me
But I see through your chameleon skin
Beyond the words like polished stones,
each one well honed with usage ,
given to others to weigh their drowning.
I take my leave of you
with empty pockets
a free heart
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
She says
Though you sense me I only come when you howl loudly
but when you laugh I am there also, for each moment
passes just the same no matter how you claw and gnaw at them.
Connected to all
I am
All
In the magic of the five senses
but especially in the sixth



























This is really quite beautiful.