Dance with me in the shadows of my soul
Play the game
high on the mountainwhere the sun dips below
and night comes
seeping in as a shawl of diamonds
on the shoulders of the weary
Sleep in my forgiveness
Listen with my Open earLet your words take a rest
on the earth
under that tree
over there
You cry on this paper
as you know
the One has writtena message
on the back of your heart:
Come home.
Come home, my dear...come home.PS - I will wait for you on the porch
in the sun
smiling
waiting
to take you in my armsArtwork - marker and colored pencil, 2002.
Ooh, sexy!
ReplyDelete"Seeping in as a shawl of diamonds on the shoulders of the weary" is lovely.
Haha! Susan, I am sitting her giggling like a school girl. Somehow yesterday, I missed the "Ohhh, sexy!" part of your comment. :)
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