In her heart is a child
too innocent to wander wild
in this world.
She suckles innocent Love
from God’s young breasts.
She is a tender child, curious and shy
and longing to be held,
to pour out her freedom
in someone’s arms.
Tough as leather in her stand
against callous death,
she suffers to stay alive
to miracles.
Painting pictures,
colors of freedom, whimsy
and passion of dreams…
she sails her porcelain boat
upon an azure sea
and paints a duck’s eyes
ruby red,
its feet like emeralds
in a field of gold.
When she drinks
rose petal tea
her mind caresses light
and moves
with ease to open her heart,
to drop her clothes,
to embrace the sun
into her circling arms,
to hide the moon
under her hair.


About Blake Steele

I am a poet, writer, workshop leader, recording artist... half monk, half pirate, passionate for Life and Love to triumph in the world. I'm American by birth, but am living in Sweden for a while: writing, growing, deepening with amazing, open-hearted people, as well as developing Wild Words Creative Writing Classes and Wild Souls Workshops around the world.
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