The Earth Walker

Rachel Chanthavisay

My love is a fay, who walks over the earth
Weaving a crownlet of dew
Seeking the one who will temper his thirst
And linger in his oceans of blue

My love is the wind, flying in from the north
Cooling my brow in the night
Offering sweetly to bathe me in warmth
Though away he will fly at first light

My love is a king, ruling gently the tomb
Of all who fall under his lull
With eyes that make dim the sheen of the moon
And lips that make laughter more full

My love is a gardener, guiding the stars
To bring forth their flowers and fruit
Into the marrow of all that we are
That passage of time may dilute
My love is a monster, his cavernous depths
A midnight of darkness and truth
With honeying tongue and treacherous steps
He bested the years of my youth

My love is my friend, whose heart is my home
Wherever it is he may go
My heart in his hands, to do what he will
For wild things never grow old

My love is a fay, who walks over the earth
Weaving a crownlet of dew
Seeking the one who will temper his thirst
And ignite his oceans of blue.