December 29, 2017


She moves like an angel

and seven evening stars dance

through the window of her universal houses.


Her voice a crystal echo

lies humming in your soul

so patient awaiting for your ears to behold.


Her breath a warm fire in every lover's heart,

a mistress to magicians

and a dancer to the gods.  


Her clothes are made of rainbows

and twenty thousand tears

shine through the spaces of her golden ochre hair.


Oh, my babe, I want you

and on my life I swear my conscience 

will I follow you forever if you see me everywhere    ~Cat Stevens

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