A distant bell sounds
Somewhere.
Here:
The wind blasts
Through the late sun,
At the foot of the hill the river
Shines
Churning.
We are chosen
And half-blind.
This has already been lived through.
In order to protect you,
I dressed you today
In ruby necklaces,
Draped you in a shawl
Embroidered with a thousand
Prayers,
Fed you with juicy pomegranate seeds,
Brushed the golden seas of your hair,
And now I watch you
My eyes blue with adoration.
You’re mine,
Endlessly and irrevocably
In this first life.
We must:
Fly
Sail
Search
Seek
Want
Have
Without fear.
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