APRIL 2014

THE CALLING: Chapter I


You are all that I am
You are all that I am not
In the summer spring of me
You kissed me
The butterflies of your dreams
Ecstatic as I was in feel
As you sowed seeds
In the rain of my life.

It was you, was it
Who followed me to the room?
And asked me, "What are you composing?"
While our Gods watched.

You knew once I was
Your mother
Then your sister
Your daughter
Now I am your wife.

Oh look!
Your tree has borne jasmine flowers
And two yellow-beaked horn-bills flew!