photo: Goddess Visions By Lenee Williams
If I called
Would you come
To the roots of my love
To drink of my sap
Sprinting ever towards heaven
Singing the blood song
Of my underworld
Would you venture
Into the mossy embrace
Of thirsty earthen arms
Stretching deeply
Into a wild darkly soil
Aching for wetness
To quench the thirst
Of an old growth Muse
Would you study
The runes of my leaves
Shimmering in recollection
Of Emerald Dreams
Each a living library
A lineage of fauna
The Drala of song
Whose echo-chamber
Of Sage wisdom
Opens in the shade where you rest
Would you follow the soft melody
To the center of my breast
To water the heart seed
From which I grew?