Dancing lake
Dancing lake,
rising to the wind;
your laughter
and the way
your soft-spoken voice,
your wisdom moves
the meadow towards lambs
and crows at play.
The way your fingers
sculpt the air,
your shoulders move
the unseen wings,
that make you angel bird,
waiting for the sky
to kiss your lips,
your eyes and hair.
Dancing lake,
whispering to the wind,
cleansing all that’s ugly,
hateful,
old -
cleansing all of me,
you fill my eyes
with rainbow moist.
I love you,
love you like the wood
must love the knife,
that whispers beauty,
carving angels,
Phoenixes:
this wood transformed by fire.