A whippoorwill sighs in the breeze Cascades linger in silence Razor grass tickling at the knees A swallow arcs to the sunrise Julieta is walking She pulls her hair and tastes it Whispers to the bees in the air Picks a honey suckle off a vine Clamping quietly down at the end Strung out with beads of sweet Hey eyes close in stages A shudder goes through The flower is dead In white she is walking In light she is birth Scarcely stepping on grass Tip toes and curtsies and blessings Benediction of the pure Hands clasped four steeples tall She locks her fingers, opening hands To see the people inside The holy light from above Draws a ring on the ground She sits and waits for a signal Let us pray for Julieta Let us pray for life and love Let us pray for Julieta Let us pray for life and love The swallow will continue its journey The arc from the sunrises return Let us wait for the circles completion Let us wait in the dawn
Posted on: Mon, 03 Feb 2014 15:41:37 +0000
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