Spirit Song

See me, in the dusk of coming night
as I bleed across the sky in crimson light
painted in the softest hues of beauty
with a brush dipped gently in an aching heart

Feel me, in the air that kisses midnight
as I dance beneath the starlight
with a skirt of antique lace, and castanets,
casting cracks cross the glass of frozen moments.

Hear me, in the chorus on the night breeze
as I give forgotten whispers new reprise
with the beating of my heart across the sand
etching gossamer impressions of days so long ago.

Drink me, into the depths of thirsty memories
as I hasten t’ward the ink beneath the trees
quenching all your dreams and lost desires 
with the tears that stain my rain.

And remember me with longing when the storm fades
in the distant glow of morning’s opalescent shades
for I’ll sing for you a melody so timeless
you will read its soft inscription on your soul.


february 2005
©Janet Reid




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