I Am a Deep Amulet

I am a deep amulet. A cornflower – blue, I am a vision desire, wicked, and true. You will be a missed vision, and keep soft warnings new. This is an old old way. Old like a mountain. Where couples kiss in corners and a shadow. Where the sunshine rests, sits and wanders. This place, we have never visited, and never left. Home to all our babies. Home to all our start. This is an old old place, dance for a gemstone, sing with a wind. Name me north wind, cause I fly, cause I five. I am an old old place. I am a mother space. Give me the cool smooth -and inside her palm, rests the soft round. Worn by change, and made of tears. A quiet stone for each age, a massive charge -each stage, wistful, missing. She is oval, And her name is blue.