11/08/2013

There

is a place, a cliff above
a grey ocean, a pinnacle

the last lovely, truthful
point where a woman or
wolf, hidden and revealed

can stand in sheets of rain;

God's face on His most
lonesome day, intimate
and naked.  

For a thousand years
I'll remember that face,

the dark angels with their
black, dripping fur, their eyes

saying everything is part
of this and us.  

When my body unleashes
its soul, I'm sure
you'll find us
there.

2 comments:

Marcoantonio Arellano said...

wonderful. I howl with the wolf
on that cliff, about; 'all with one and one with all'

hyperCRYPTICal said...

Beautiful soulful write.
Anna :o]