I dreamt I lay atop a
burning pasture,
Kittens running after
balls of wool,
A sacred stone unkempt
beneath my light.
And evermore the
light grew darker,
And I still don’t know
what I was looking for.
There was no woman,
no great love,
Just giant
whirlwinds of passion,
Stealing the life,
spinning me round.
There was no man to tell me to
pack and go,
No man to beat me
in to submission.
There were
no humans whatsoever.
Just me, and
the kittens,
Rolling
around the earth.