Holy Water Coming Down

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“Understand, I’ll slip quietly
away from the noisy crowd
when I see the pale
stars rising, blooming, over the oaks.

I’ll pursue solitary pathways
through the pale twilit meadows,
with only this one dream:
You come too.”

Give me the wind, the river, and trees
For with them I am most free

I long to flow with the autum air
To feel it on my skin…pulling my unbound hair

Give me the violence of a storm, physical release
Don’t deny me the hurricane, please?

Follow me down the path my love, but first
Press your lips to mine…quench my hungry thirst

-LM Jones
(Quote: Rilke)

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