My love
I want to enter you with my eyes and equally cover you.
I want to wrap you in my skins through your winters
and melt the flakes off your lashes with my breath.
In the cold wasteland that wastes nothing...
I will be your trading post,
my stores are open to you.
The drifts are not as deep as my warm wells...
and you can take respite there.
Shelter in me. The cedar is strong
and the spirits able to protect and heal.
We are strange fish who breed in deep waters.
In our infancy with one another the ocean may obscure our sight.
But the strong sun has a ray that reaches you.
With or without sight our home is found instinctually.
We need no words.
Beauty is in being.
I want to wrap you in my skins through your winters
and melt the flakes off your lashes with my breath.
In the cold wasteland that wastes nothing...
I will be your trading post,
my stores are open to you.
The drifts are not as deep as my warm wells...
and you can take respite there.
Shelter in me. The cedar is strong
and the spirits able to protect and heal.
We are strange fish who breed in deep waters.
In our infancy with one another the ocean may obscure our sight.
But the strong sun has a ray that reaches you.
With or without sight our home is found instinctually.
We need no words.
Beauty is in being.