Saturday, 10 August 2013

Lover, my nature.

Lover my nature, on a balance she hangs,
scales of beauty, in the middle she stands,
formed yet unformed, universe's indecisions,
tree of lights, souls resting for pigeons,
deep to the roots, tears trickle down through sand,
as the skies weep, a mourning so grand,
in the darkness lies subtly her secrets,
lover my nature, buried under her peak rests,

Drawn to threads, stretched so thin,
that's her insides, whelch in the bin,
stroke her hair at midnight,
when the souls take flight,
dream her you, nature calling you,
lover mine, her balance true, through and through.