Oh to dance in a field with the stars above me and grass below me, holding the hands of my mischievous heart, the one with wings and smiles, laughter lighter than bells and eyes warmer than fires. To feel his kiss of softly chapped lips from too much wind, too much sun, but never getting enough of that touch as we spin and twirl and cry our woes and wonders to the heavens and grounds above and around, to anybody that will listen.
Oh to be surrounded by that constant comfort, of yellows and oranges, blues and greens, mixing in skies and dirt, creating puddles and muddles and laughter of our own. To see sky above change and change, a constant cycle of life and death, of renewal and rest. Sun to moon and stars to clouds, rain and shine and snow and wind and hail, to scream louder than thunder and strike the ground harder than lightning with feet bare and tapping to tunes of none other than our own.
To be in love with this god brings me life, brings me breath and light, brings me constellations at night and coffee at day, afternoons of readings and evenings of firelight. Hermes you wonderful god of beauties unceasing to unfold all around me, continue to take my hand and lead me through this twisted path of life, holding me tighter than ever as I go down with you at my side
