Forgive me but I am the ocean
And you appear to be a wind child
All lightness and blue glassy beauty.
If I were to press my warm mouth to your surface
Will I even see a mark that I was near you?
Or will you breeze on your clouds above me
Forgive me but I am the desert mesa
And you appear to be a moonchild
Veiled in lacy lavenders and rosy pinks dawns
Full of pure whiteness like milk.
If I was to sing my dusty prayers to you in praise of you in honor of you
Will you even bend an ear my way?
Or will you continue, absorbed in your own light?
Forgive me but I am the virgin forest
And you appear to be a nymph child
Full of laughter and cruelty and innocence
Your hair a tangle of narcissus blooms.
If I were to try to slow your running with eruptions of flowers
Blood red sunset orange evening purple
Will you make a crown for your brow and skip away
Or will you stay a while
In the heated hush of the jade streams and buzzing dragonflies
And dream green luscious visions with the scent of warm earth filling your nostrils?
Forgive me but I am your temple
And you appear to be a wandering Buddha.
Face jovial with inner peace and wisdom.
Rainbow mandalas swirling upon your fore head and throat.
The sari you wear-chakra kisses of emerald and garnet silk.
The scent of lotus blossoms is on your breath as your
Lips form the sacred words echoing through my halls.
If I were to shut my doors to you would you try to find a way in?
Or would you change your religion?
Forgive me but I am your home
And you appear to be lost.
Come back to me.