I’ll follow you now through the Russian snow.
For I’m afraid of nothing now you’re here.
You’ve whisked away my driving need to know
And blown a kiss that flies me past my fear.
I want to see the moonlight fall on you.
It feels like something’s rising from the woods.
I live outside in mud and dressed in dew
With feeding flowers blossoming your buds.
You’re radiating fires below my thought.
The impulse for attention, let it go.
You’re jewel even gods have always sought.
Your splendor singing silent songs of soul.
Let’s listen to the music from the stars
And know by giving up all this is ours.
©2013 Stephen K. Pickering