Wood Pile within the silence of dawn I can hear echoes of an axe-blade falling the heartwood lies open now, exposed with quartered rings showing maturity through the bright air this mountain rises now, saying: Winter is coming my years of growing deep in the forest have brought me to this ~ this Love at last ready for burning, within the silence of dawn I can hear echoes of a matchstick drawn across flint, the first stars ignited within the mingling of our breath at last set free, and I can hear You entering … from: And Now The Story Lives Inside You |