I keep thinking about this one lately, so I thought I’d share it. Blessings on your weekend, friends.
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I have not come to light
in the day, only in the darkness,
where sometimes you find me,
light skinned and starred
with juice I grind from berries
to paint our skins with.
In the cave we make,
I bring light in my hands.
I choose when to erase this place,
after sleeping in the dim,
under the starred ceiling we made.
(c) Adrie Lester 2006