By a crisp December morning
We'll harvest these seeds of love - sown in May
With prayers and tears, and hours on knees
And darkness unfled, nothing unspilled.
You've poured your love on me
Only mixed with breath - Untempered by touch
In prayers collected by a Spring wind
In the mirror of the thoughts of God.
Come with me, love-drunk on a dream!
Run aground this airy flight
And talk of every nothing we can spin
Unrepentant future, unspent.
The night buds have burst
Their scent drowning time like wine
Bashful darkness hides her head in shame
We will shine on till morning.
Oct. 11, 2009
My life as a Catholic Warrior Princess.
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