willow's song

There's a mountain in my pocket
placed softly quiet night angel laying low
lovely birth all white petals and tattered lace
secrets everything everywhere know

Oh Marie, how I adore you
Oh Marie, spearmint on the well house.
Beautifully unspoken perfectly matched
You are part of me and I am a part of you

There's a swallow in my hair
vines of sorrow awakening olden sick hemlocks
blinded flutter weekly marching faith
hidden lady grace's perfect holy nest

Oh Marie, how I adore you
Oh Marie, spearmint on the well house.
Beautifully unspoken perfectly matched
I am part of you and you are part of me

There's moss carpet underfoot
swift invisible hiding seeking giggles
flowing cold cracks in between and under
scented honey bees singing swirls

Oh Marie, how I adore you
Oh Marie, spearmint on the well house.
Beautifully unspoken perfectly matched
Oh Marie there is no end to us and there is no part

There's a hole in her heart
loving long dreamy girl child growing
here near deep clear mother's spring
inhaling green auras of your minted crown

2/2009 ~crow