Wednesday, January 06, 2010


i feel you walking the hills
i feel you watching the sky
i feel you listening, ear to ground
i feel you standing still at the sound of the owl.

will you raise a feather for me?
will you dust off your dirty feet?
will you start the evening fire?
i will always feel it.
------------------------------------------------
sage smoke bellow
smudged clean in coal
rain washed skin
time take toll.


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