FROM HER LIPS

SHE UNLIKE

THE WORLD SHE WALKS

UNLIKE THE SAVAGE

STINGING HAWKS

OF DAGGER THRUSTS

THAT SOME WOULD WIELD

SHE MORE LIKE

THE FLOWERED FIELD

DESPERATE DAYS

OF OTHER'S QUEST

SHE SEEKS PEACE

AND LOVING REST

AGAINST THE TREACHERY

OF LIES

SHE SEES WORTH

INSIDE YOUR EYES

SOFTLY GRACEFUL

MOVES AS FLYING

SHE CAN HEAR

A LOCUST CRYING

TOUCH A BIRD

AND GIVE IT BREATH

WALKS BETWEEN

EACH LIFE AND DEATH

CRAWLS INSIDE

A SIMPLE STONE

SPEAKS TO WATER

AS HER OWN

AND LIFTS THE AIR

WITH FINGER TIPS

UTTERS MAGIC

FROM HER LIPS...

Bobby Jameson May 11, 2008