poem

My Deer

My tremble is not fear.
Sad I gaze at you,
Come toward you,
Unseeing

My eyes can’t move.
Heavy my limbs,
Cease before you,
Empowering

My weakness not yours
Light my bones
Glass between us,
Shattering

Bleed.

~Belinda~

 

 

Sleeping Stars

The dances of sprinklings of stardust
Strung together, then torn back apart
Here into the spaces, invisible places
Shape shift into all that we are

Inside the time and the ripples,
There’s magical spell that releases
Of ebbing and flowing, the knowing grows glowing,
Re-birthed into rhythms afar, we sleep.

IW