This heart is an ever-reaching valley,
stretching deep amid the mountains, connecting them,
Tying the grandiose peaks together in glory.
Yet this valley is quiet…
I walk alone, and she comforts me.
Her fields caress me,
the grass breathing beneath me,
(something alive, solid, steady underfoot)
She is one with the sky.
The stars inhale; exhale, with the rise and fall of her chest.
The moon guards her in his indigo vastness.
She wants to bleed, she wants to feel,
She wants to become the rhythmic pulse of the earth…
