Poetic Moment
Come To Me
Come,
drink from the fountain.
Come
taste the water
from my well.
Treasure your soul
upon my chest
and come,
drink from the fountain.
Come,
climb the ancient tree.
Come into my nest,
settle your bones
into my silken skin,
nestle your fragile
luminous shell into
the restless night.
Come taste the
sweating sap,
seeping for
your every need,
desire of the
weeping tree.
Come,
climb the ancient tree.
Come,
come to the bower.
Come honour the
rising of the moon,
full and intense
in a ravenous glow,
gently stirring,
warming the breath
of a panting breeze.
Come dance beneath
the moonlight,
come conquer the
dying night,
lovers searching
the morning light.
Come,
come to me.