The cave walls would crawl
with her
deka dance
colors
so alive
you can’t help but be come them.
as streams follow I
to the Sea
so too shall you
be drawn to the healing floor
of my divine ravine.
with no tears
truth hides
his deep blue head
with no marks on these walls
the dreamers may as well be dead
but YOU
showing the difference
tasting the challenge
of my
endless balancing act
teetering on moonlight
tottering on the golden nectar of
his
loving light.