Canyon Song


She comes  to me in the light of day
Showing off her proud beauty,
The ripples and swells of her lovely being.
And I reach down to touch her once again.
And in the night she glides passionately
Into the folds of that which holds her dearest.
The liquidity of her movement sets her apart
And she lets me take her into me and  I am whole.
I am what she has made me.
I am the sum of her gifts..night and day.
She is my beginning and my end
And I am awash in her soul.


Kate Swartz
Copyright 2003