She waters me
What dreams are these I sow, but yet only wind.
Colors that I adorn dawn and dusk, the husk that falls away.
Pale bricks I lay beneath the midnight sun, my time of day
this night you see. Substantial as dew, now gone.
See how she smiles. I smile back.
I am sometimes a jester at court.
What furrows weave from albatross wings?
So long at sea and I am wondering. This tide that sweeps
and carries me. By His hand, not mine this compass says,
this remembering, this river and fish reflecting me.
I am but one seed laying down. An unfounded thirst.
She brings saffron water to me. By her breath
and this, what more than seed I now become.
She waters me.
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