POETRY 2001

So tired, yet sleepless, I grow colder.
A heavy peaceful sensation rests,
blankets my aching ribs and shoulder,
drifts like snow across my breasts,
belly, legs and eyes.
Soft, cold snow.

There is no further action to be taken.
From now on it's just flow.
I've cast out my desire on the sea.
Now, let the current carry me.

As the snow melts slowly,
softly from my body,
a warmly rising tide engulfs me,
thawing heart, mind and soul.

It carries me whole
up to the blessed shore of oneness.
That gentle warm caress,
the kiss of the waves on the land,
the touch of a loving hand,
has found me.

Arms around me,
love surrounds me and whispers
like wind in my moonlit hair.

Aaaaah...

Also written Nov 7th, 2001. Gentle, peaceful yearning.