where do you come from?
Under the stack of leaves, in the maze of tangled branches,
are you in the riverbed
under that boulder
or in a cave asleep with a
summers eve bat tucked close to your side
Sometimes you appear out of thin air
I will glance and you will be there right under my nose
screaming, calling my name over and over trying to wake me
sometimes you hide, I don't see you for days
I do always feel your presence, I sense you're there
there are days that you are comatose, we try and dig you up
to our surface
You, my friend are my sleeping giant.
Days when I feel the pulse and the power of the universe
I wield you, I toss you here and there, I juggle, I dance
You my dear, create the rhythm to my life.
I love you.....