Fingersongs - I

Patience I have in abundance,

Born of knowledge deep as the

Mountains by whose grace I catch

Sweet green water in my palms,

Carry it to the parched places 

Between your shoulder blades and,

With each drop's incantation,

Bless the unknown blooms

Awaiting the warmth of summer

Beneath your skin.

- David W. Mitchell

to David   /  to Moongate