take me to the waking morning
where the sun dusts the city lights
and the river runs to the end
of the seashore, diving waves
climb on the white trails of planes
in the air, travel the oceans and seas
sing songs as shaman prayers
and dance as the high priestess
i see you disappear in the clouds of utopia
maybe you’ll never come back
the moon will eat the light of night
and numb the sleep in the eyes
crawl in the drought of forgiving
and flee for the danger of fire
the greatness of godesses forever pure-
©gilly20170621
