Heading To The Hills
Last night, I got drunk on the ageless wine
And dreamt of your subtle kiss on the back of my neck.
That image sparked something inside of me.
I think you deserve an apology.
Please forgive me for venturing out like a lone warrior.
The truth is, I’d rather celebrate the Beloved with you,
Intoxicated and adrift in a world of our own.
I now see, my love: the point of a spiritual pilgrimage is to
Make you delirious and quiet at the same time.
Nurturing you like wet, lush soil is my
Way of heading to the hills.