Mon Amie

Fly with me in pouring skies,
in spinning fields, like
angels.

Soar below the roaring stars,
through waterfalls and
breathing.

Stumble over flickering black,
with splintered sparkles, my
daytime.

Tempt me into paradise,
down darkened alleys, but
dancing.

Flee with me to private night,
in painful splendor, now
feeling.

Lower us into blissful slumber,
under twinkling dust, find
healing.

Originally published at Journey of the Heart: Women’s Spiritual Poetry

Published in the book Where Journeys Meet: Voices of Women’s Poetry, which can be purchased here

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