Take me to the place where the air is honey
I will sit with my feet in pebbled water and let the
Earth crawl up my skin.
I will watch the mirrors in the sky dimple and
Listen to the sun sing.
When heartache comes
Riding the coat tails of corset moon
I will add salt to my water and fire to my eyes.
My sorrow is a tempest that
Rolls off me like silk petticoat guided by wind.
I cannot hear you in the silence
I dress in memories and
Tunes that reverberate in my veins.
When the city hums beneath me
I feel oak root replace my bones
I am one with nature
My heart is written in poetic stone.