Walk in my forest of spirit

Come to

Come to

Come to

Begging you

Angel who sees out

The Eye, clear

Light on vine,

Winged,

Spirit in thought

Dragon wrapped round

The pedestal

Buddha corrected by

Jesus weeping at mobiles

Talking, feet chakras,

Grounding us, mice armies,

Gnawing at bird humour,

Bushland, around us, ancient

Fern, dinosaur watching,

All going on,

A buzzing swarm of us:

We’re all one

In my forest of spirit,

Come:

Come over

Come over,

To my suburban

Cookie-cutter

Gone mad

Up the bush

Where, with held breath,

In suspense,

I await your knock,

An angel locked

Within a story

Come in

Come in, and talk

In mad poetics,

In longing harmonies,

In a Palace of Opposites,

At your command,

Obsidian butterfly, my

Lezzo friend,

Our spirits blend:

Return,

Goddess