Monday, December 06, 2004
Summoned by this Music
I ask if you are
there, and quickly,
your unmistakable answer.
Shiva of the
flaming head—
high cheeks blazing—
wanting me
as I yearn for you.
My prayer,
as always—
Can I hold this love?
A bow,
a few simple moves,
everything opening,
rose at midnight.
copyright, Dorothy Walters
there, and quickly,
your unmistakable answer.
Shiva of the
flaming head—
high cheeks blazing—
wanting me
as I yearn for you.
My prayer,
as always—
Can I hold this love?
A bow,
a few simple moves,
everything opening,
rose at midnight.
copyright, Dorothy Walters
