Wednesday, June 14, 2006

A Tent for Her Sky

She comes out of your emptiness
breathing for your life.
The desert comes in
with flowers and rain-
the perfumes
of your newly captured heart.

You are a tent for the sky
a mirage of Her existence.
All your ropes are pegged
to Her reality.
She sculpts Her presence
over your drifting sands.

You can move now
like a river in Her
or you can be an oasis.
The one thing you cannot be

is this life
which will always be Hers.