FROM HER LIPS

SHE UNLIKE
THE WORLD SHE WALKS
UNLIKE THE SAVAGE
STINGING HAWKS
OF DAGGER THRUSTS
THAT SOME WOULD WIELD
SHE MORE LIKE
THE FLOWERED FIELD

DESPERATE DAYS
OF OTHER'S QUEST
SHE SEEKS PEACE
AND LOVING REST
AGAINST
THE TREACHERY OF LIES
SHE SEES WORTH
INSIDE YOUR EYES

SOFTLY GRACEFUL
MOVES AS FLYING
SHE CAN HEAR
A LOCUST CRYING
TOUCH A BIRD
AND GIVE IT BREATH
WALKS BETWEEN
EACH LIFE AND DEATH

CRAWLS INSIDE
A SIMPLE STONE
SPEAKS TO WATER
AS HER OWN
AND LIFTS THE AIR
WITH FINGER TIPS
UTTERS MAGIC
FROM HER LIPS

Bobby Jameson May 11, 2008