Walk With Me
There's a field
in Sedona where
the grass is knee high
and whispers of those
who carved their lives
in the rock can be
heard as you dip your
toes along the
waters edge in the canyonI want to be there with
you, weaving wildflowers
into a wreath for my hair
and learning the braille
of your lips through my
fingersI want to listen to the drum
of your soul beat like thunder
against my cheek
as if you were the swollen
skies, and I
the earth,
open to your storm
... would climb inside the sky
to be with you
Return to the Pool
Go back to the previous ripple | Move on to the next ripple
Return to the Main Hall
Sign Lady Snow's Guest Registry
View Lady Snow's Guest Registry
All works ©1998-2003 Lady Snow
Except where otherwise noted
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
This page was last updated on
Sunday, 02-Mar-2003 16:20:23 PST.
