A poem by Gary Lemons, or part of one. This is taken from "The Girl with Tender Paws", 1:
I have set in the distance
And watched your spirit
Burning what you feed it in the night,
Have come down from
Remote perceptions and licked
The trees and ground on the dark perimeter,
Slept in the heart of every animal
Whose days surround you,
And waited for anyone I am
To step forward toward this light.
I believe in one thing--
That every day
Our breath becomes tomorrow's wind.
I know the stones have a deep skin
Stretched around a fragile heart,
That love comes into being
When what we believe
Enough to die for
Lets us live.
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