Saiom Shriver

My love for you
a yearling became
many eons ago.

My love for you
a yearling became
many eons ago.

We gave him a pitcher. He gave us the sea.

We gave him a pitcher. He gave us the sea.

You are the nectar, the hummingbird, the clover.
You are the bloom, the
bee, the OerHoverer.
You are read more

You are the nectar, the hummingbird, the clover.
You are the bloom, the
bee, the OerHoverer.
You are the child, the bond and the mother.
You
are the Love, the Beloved, the Lover.
(to our mother).

Love, not force, rides the horse.

Love, not force, rides the horse.

Violent can be sound and light
in waking us from sleep of night.
Gently comes the dawn's twilight
Each step read more

Violent can be sound and light
in waking us from sleep of night.
Gently comes the dawn's twilight
Each step taken oh so slight.