Dearheart

Like a channel of fire
A full on stream
Why don’t you sing something
We can all sing
Pleasure holding
The heart of a deer in her hand
A hunter and goddess
Ear to the ground
What maketh like
Irish bells grousing around
In udder disdain to be held
Crackling fire
Water wells
Fountains crowded with
Thoughts of majestic compelled
Deep dark green
Glowing up on the edges
To light the foot path
As a neon light shimmers
Twice in each eye
Not as a tear
But as a wood nymph
Might cry passing by
The remnants of a forest
Once thriving now
Burned in blue sky
Hold thy head up to
Fear and the passionate deer
Will guide you blindfolded
Through the dancing
Rainbows of darkness
Into the golden light
Of a swinging chair
Hung from the clouds
Woven from sunrise

© GÄ

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Geino Äotsch

An artist & spiritual lover. Author of poeticword.com & tHEtERRYtREE.com - Tea Maker & Owner of goldenlungtea.com - Hair & Music at Geinos.com