Sometimes
I lightly battled
With
a stubborn will
I
did not wish to write
What
I did
But
that was too deeply in me
That
was there...
And
to resist in any way, at all
Was
beyond my power
White
on white, gold on cream
And
I was lightly dressed
In
the map’s own dream
Green
on green, life on life
And
I was brightly dressed
With
light
In
its centred seam
Under
the shadow of the wing
In
the secret place of abiding
Deep
in the shade I lived
Covered
with his feathers
White
on white, gold on cream
And
I was dressed with light
By
the map’s own dream
Drawn
on forever
And
never weakened by that
Pulled
apart for a season
And
never hurt by that
And
green on green, life on life
All
unclothed I was
With
dark
Where
no one had been
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