by Aline Fourier
There is a God inside me
that does not die,
a wildflower garden
spraying infinite colors
on the canvas of earth.
Touch me,
touch me deep inside
my sleeping spirit
that plays hide and seek
with my living, my dying.
You leap from behind a tree
with moments, laughing brooks
that go on forever.
Playful dancing spirit,
shadow of elven beings,
trick me
into dense green flesh,
forests and soles on dewy wetness.
There is a God inside me
that does not die
into monotone,
feelings on the lens
of my waking,
the soft heart of sunlight,
whispers of a deep, bubbling well
that kiss my parched lips awake,
cool quenching spirit.
There is a God inside me
that does not die.
My hands slip into
the silence with you,
walking,
laughing,
dreaming,
singing through my bones
an old familiar song,
There is a God inside me
that does not die.