it is late.
the bed waits.
i ignore it most nights.
then,
the morning & i hav our fight.

the white falcon dances in my head
& surely lands in my heart
again & again....

i have much to write
to bring to light

no job, no home-
to call my own-
what does it matter

if i just shine this light
what does it matter
if i feel not quite right

the light is the light
& this i cannot undo
the light is the light
already perfect
in me and you

i must say goodnight now
close my eyes for a while
my soul is calling
for me
to sail the starry tide

and so i bid adieu
to all of you
though you may not know me
it matters not
we all are One
and as one
we are All.

~gl xo