Tendrils Of Connection

Inspiration He looked at me And for a brief moment I saw into his soulA void, No hint of the man I thought I knew I saw a human shell Winding and playing the voices With mastery and expertise. But where was the man? For that brief moment I felt fear, and then The music burned my fears away He played their voices like the wind Through the reeds At the waters edge, He played a human choir. Love I am in love IThis creature of clay and earthly desire, Caressed tenderly and sweetly By this unearthly fire. It is the fire of creation Of the stars and our own sun, I am in love With the longing Which creates me. I am the water’s edge Lapping at the reeds Moved by the wind, Which is my brotherAngel of the air. I sit and watch him Combing stories from my hair. Sarah Cresswell-Shaw