Love Song, by Newena Martin

The wind is rushing up the hill 

Pushing lifting soughing 

Dying away 

To be born again 

My love is coming to me 

The tent flexes in the wind 

A noise like an old wooden boat 

Sails and rigging rubbing 

While it is cradled and rocked 

In the moving sea and the windy sky. 

I am going to touch my love 

Likewise I lie lulled, caressed and cradled 

In a waking dream by this warm wind. 

A shushy roar of "oohs" and "aahs" musics loosely 

With skittering, tacketing leaf percussion - 

I am going to hear my love. 

That velvet vibration on my ear for real 

Takes me down 

Spreads me out 

Dissolves my knots. 

The moon's settled back in her easy chair 

Very bright and very calm 

A huge aura. 

She gives enough light through the turquoise tent 

That I may write this in otherwise total darkness. 

I am going to see my love. 

A fast high wind carries the little clouds racing past the stars 

The sky is midnight blue and deeply washed - 

Every nook and cranny jet-streamed, 

Ground, sanded and blasted by this wind. 

I am going to caress my love. 

My spirit is lifted 

The weight around my heart is gone 

My love is coming to me. 

I cannot sleep for joy 

Joy at feeling alive once more. 

I am at peace in the secure womb of the tent 

Where a dried rose lies. 

I have been here before with my love 

Over thousands of miles away. 

Take care on your journey today my love 

I wait for you with joy and a smile in the dark. 

My heart missed a beat 

When I heard the creaks 

From the tallest ashes 

Leaning out over the bank across the lane. 

If the ash came down across the garden tonight 

I would not care. 

Tonight I would be happy to disappear. 

My love loves me. 

I wait with joy -

Suspended - in the light dark. 

My love is coming to me.