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.
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