Mon Amie

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

Soar below the roaring stars,
through waterfalls and

Stumble over flickering black,
with splintered sparkles, my

Tempt me into paradise,
down darkened alleys, but

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

Lower us into blissful slumber,
under twinkling dust, find

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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