Polished horn shining in sunlight
Glinting from beneath curls.
Evening draws near
And the sun sinks auburn on the horizon.
Smiling, a hand is raised,
Tracing swirls on skin,
Touch soft; anticipated; as yet unknown;
Tingling. The heart lifts,
Shining out brighter than the new dawn,
Brighter than noon.
Love trickles over all,
Covering everything;
Flooding every crack and crag.
You who have many names yet no name;
Ever resplendent;
You dazzle; enticing, enigmatic, mysterious.
You call, knowing I will always answer
Yet there is a fear that this once I will not.
I feel you cradle me in your arms;
Nurturing, protective; you embrace all.
I dance in your light;
A tree in your great forest
Content to sway my branches
In your gentle breath of life.
© A M Hunter 2012
Green and Grey 