i awoke this morning
to the ocean at my door

to the ground full of holes
left by the footprints of my soul

they say she's a gypsy
that her feet melt into the earth

that her spirit lives in the trees
and her hands dance the dance of magic

i awoke this morning
to fire in my room

to the ground filled with song
written on grassblades with dew

i found her in my driveway
at the end by our cliff

there she sang
there she danced
and there she kissed my face
with magic