Sleeping In The Thin Place


When love is lost
or lovers lorn
When space separates
two hearts

When time and distance drive a wedge
and the warmest nights are cold
I slip into the grass
in the starry dark
the northern lights and the black

I lay in the hollow and settle in deep
reaching for a strand of divinity
Coumeenole strand reaches out to me
Not the beach, but the liquid gold
not the sand, but honey manna from heaven

It is delicious and I long long long to eat of it
and be well
And be healed of all my infirmities
my lovesick soul.

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