| Under the Berry Sky The sullen waves swell, tumbling over all of my weaknesses under the berry sky, our jarred sands lie on a pepper shore. And butterflies, never do they cease to look for you if only to bless and touch your head, maybe then maybe only then, the light of summer shall be ours. Night offers you canopy, make this your home, in the warm moonlicked winds, listen quietly as the east carries my blood, seeking your heartbeat. shalome � 2004 |