where you walk
stones split open
underfoot
and voices of fire
whisper the secrets
of worlds below
where you tarry
lavender springs from the earth
and the air fills with
the conversation of bees
and the whispers of hummingbirds
where you sleep
the stars weep with bitterness
envious of the earth
upon which you lay your head
and the darkness
seeks to cover you
like a mantle
Words and Feathers 