My bed has become an island
We are washed ashore there
Ragged and drenched
The pounding surf recedes
In our ears birdsong reminds us
We are alive
In ecstasy we clutch the ground
The blanket folds
Wrinkled sand
Kissing your mouth I kiss
Earth
And she is here
Divine mother gathering us
In arms of light
We pull each other beneath the shade
Of an Indian-almond tree
Enraptured by the mirror
The tender certain courage
The water dries leaving only salt on our skin
We are free to love again
As if we never loved before
The wounds unwinding
They were only a dream
And here in the lap of God
We dream anew
Queen of Elves 