Gavin Kenneth Shaw
Life lights under my words like a candle under the dew.
Life lights tucked up in the essence of birds.
In my heart,
The Eagle soars.
In my feet,
The trail dust chimes.
And in my words is my soul; in but little pieces.
If God gave me my love then he did not want me, nor intend me to be one,
For my love divides my heart like a gongs skull riding in the open valley.
Love longs and moans in my breast,
Innate, my native skins, my intrinsic sigh;
Blue low lakes leak in the indigo that dies, pained by flight, flying to love, flying to the picture, the ...