In the summer
When the sky is clear
The stars are more my home
Than my own bed
The stones and flora
Whisper my name
In the breeze
The water is warm
Silver springs call me
In the summer
My skin thaws
And my bones ache
For something less
Than ordinary
In the summer
I understand
How pagans
Came to be
How does paganism
Answer Job? Too many gods.
Would they all agree?
How does paganism
Answer Job? Too many gods.
Would they all agree?
How do pagan gods
Answer Job? Many voices.
Would they all agree?
I danced amongst the damp verde fern
As rare as the day this ***** was borne
My flesh did contrast
My eyes stood wide
As i smiled upon Devons devine delicate form
I tinkered along the enticing stream
Which guided my humble
Naked frame
She glistened and smiled
Tinkered and whiled
Within full moon I lay unashamed
I tiptoed beneath her curtains of green
As I followed the sheep to shore
A cavern a cliff a viscous veracious
Biting sea
Oh beauteous
Bounty
I could ne-er ignore
I knelt by her hoof as the sea bit my calves
As my tongue encircled her juice
The finest and sweetest of spring water
Mother Nature would dare to produce
It trickled it teased it willingly pleased
The palette upon my knife
Oh sacred Lady
Mother Nature
Sweet
So unassuming
Im yours till the end of my life
A Muslim is
Another Muslim’s brother –
Pagans are their cousins!
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