Monday, June 25, 2012

River Of Fire

River of Fire

What river of fire is that at the hill top,
No hill, for her heart, a mountain, indeed,
Perfect in that, a radiant crop,
That is, but itself, and will at that lead.

Where are you from, a star, an ocean, a deep green forest,
You, as you are, shall be as you are, shall be as to me,
A great triumph, a proud and honorable crest,
But, as if an angels call, you respond to me, that I no longer ask, what is she.

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