Cecilia Maria Vittone
Back through womb beyond womb
I am drawn as woven rope to ride
The rivers and the tides of time ...
And now I see her with her pen to page
Pouring out her inner sight
In the quiet, raging night ...
She is the mist! Its firm embrace!
And here her soul and mine are laced
Yearning ... yearning ... yearning ...
pfc 2008.dec
No comments:
Post a Comment