What song would you have me sing?
To try with words when I would give the gift itself.
Take my hand, my friend, the love is so thick
It brushes your cheek, it trips you,
It catches you in golden straw.
Lie still, be with me as I circle
Far above, rising, keep your eye on the glint of my wing,
Doubt is only time:
The sun that touches my wing
Touches your hair.
Not with words then,
With my heart.
This I do.
March 30, 2004
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