Time of No Time - A Samhuinn Poem
Unwind, unwrap
into this time
overlap,
our world and thine,
as the wind does blow
through,
there is no gap,
only you,
this moment,
all things are,
aeons slip into universes,
the sands slide,
the plates collide,
bones rattle
and the wind
blows through
as if
there is
somewhere
to blow
to.
copyright 2004, Unikorn Stardancer
