The warm, soothing rain of thy love
Washes me smooth as polished stone -
And then turns me from a cold,
Hard, polished stone
Into clay so fine, so moldable
That once again, I am transformed.
From clay so fine
I am transformed into the warmest wood –
So green and bendable
That my leafy shape matches thine
In every branch and curve,
But then, again, I change.
I change from warmest wood
Into bones and flesh, sinew and heart –
I am a woman now with
The warmth of the wood,
The softness of the clay,
And the strength of the stone.
And in my heart-of-hearts I feel thee,
Every sigh, and tender touch –
Every elation, every freedom is
Amplified a thousand-fold
In the knowledge that though we be apart,
We are one.
4 April - 2010