You come across the wind,
stolen in time
erased against the rhythm of the world.
You defy elements:
fire is your home
water is your refuge
earth is your cave.
I don’t know which way you came
here, across my skin
here, within my starry heart.
But there are notes in the air
songs in the heat
lyrics in the waves
symphonies in the rocks.
You hold it all.
So, now,
come.
Come again to my meadow
my glen of valleys, moss, and snow
Come.
Come again to my desert
my flame of light, piercing crags
Come.
Come again to my home
my kiss with you, long with love
©Rebecca Cavender