Don't turn from me because of what you see
Shall I release the doves for you?
They're in my pockets with the rabbits
Believe in the existing but unseen
My shoulder is a wild lilac tree
Can you afford to pass up love's canteen?
Take a swig against the dryness of the soul
And I'll release the doves and you will see
Jump out of your self. Jump to me.
Wednesday, October 1, 2014