Past Life

 

Past Life

 

  In a past life

 I was a tree shaker

 An earth mover

 An ocean drinker

 A bead on the bodice

 of the last queen

 I chewed fire

 Swam in lilies

 Rode horses into twilight

 I could smell your movement

And knew you were on my path

In your absence

My strength molded mountains

My loneliness created caverns

I slept beneath the sea

And punched holes in the sky

Creating the stars

Guiding you back to me

Reviews

[An Ordinary Woman]

such a soft yet commanding voice, I fully expect you to bring him back to you.