Sandra


Your Divine Creation


Your Divine Creation
I saw a hundred Geese Flying South and tomorrow I will hear the sound of God in your breath. If there is no divine creation How does the sky become a painting? How does my heart become fire for someone else? From this Winter outpost of aloneness Messages run from the corners of wetted lips Salty lines drawn to Earth From the enormous heaven between my eyes Let's explore time together until our hearts explode with beauty and delight Let's adore each other together until dreams chase the truth into the pearled night There is only one divine creation and the look I see from inside your eyes Longing to be free, with one wish of happiness Brett Emmerson Wyatt - 2000
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