If could remember, my hands are webbed for speed
and my spine flexible.
If could press down in the earth and accept all that is me.
Then I would know from whence I came.
Golden emeralds carved my skins.
Love breathe light in.
And -when the morning woke up – I was made.
When night kisses me, I fly.
And when sweet roses tickle my bones- I laugh.
After all- I am something dark and beautiful.
(google image- created by frank Morrison)