as the kite flies
buoyed on sweet winds
& when those winds die down
or drop away from me
& I come crashing down to the ground
I want to trust
as a child does
in the power of repair
& have their courage
to seek new winds
& fly even higher
A wolf, black as night
circles the slippery banks of Reason
watching me drown
pulled under by the weight
of my armoured heart
I die & climb naked from the dark waters
no longer a stray dog licking at the air
trying to taste of the spray
I have lept over the edge
& become one with the falls
I am called to join the pack
& hunt the scent of wine
Tasting the sweetness
of Longing
lining my lips
I stand
eyes wide open
heart unsheaved
A wolf, black as night
the beat of my wings
The gods threw electric flowers
to line the path of our meeting
My senses ablaze
The bees are busy in the hive
& the honey flows freely
-elizabeth weber
