When storm is in the air, Kitty paints and I play with my pen 🙂
If the hunger of the soul would be proportional
To the hunger of the body
You’d have the whole sky fall
And rise again to were it belongs.
In the unending movement of the waves
And under the moon’s consent
I’d disguise myself as painted veil
Of stars and wind and spell
I’d fly and dance and fall into your arms
Right back to gracious human form.