Ways of Nature
Intoxicating spirit free of form.
Buzzing naturally like a bee.
Unconscious feeling.
Love blooming like a flower.
Freedom inside of me.
Soaring high on a bird's wing.
Nestled in your honey nest.
Sting me with your venom.
Leave me laying suspect.
Suspect from the dew.
Mountains wind blow away.
Flying into the blue horizon.
Everything perfectly molded
onto your shoulder.
Of love beginnings.
To lay snow on your terrain.
To let the sky part
and let the clouds of rain
pour into your valley.
Your valley of sin and hunger.
Jay E. Campbell
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