Tuesday, October 27, 2009

tarot poem on recording day

Together we're alone
on paths of gold
I chase your scarf in the wind
with a wry smile
surrounded by the magic
of the Sultana
commanding water.
Oh the world within
shines light that can do
no wrong
divide the clouds
with the powerful wind
The old salt
danced a jig for all to see
sweet mystery
we peek around the corner at you
and refine the rains of emotion
with the eternal steady gaze.

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