Saturday, June 28, 2008

The Daughter

Painting by the incomparable Rick Mobbs

the daughter

we crossed your love with my desire
i spun my faith through your fire
and yours spun through my water.
in the hills her soul found ours,
her voice was mist and trills.
we knew her by her laughter.

Rick Mobbs

Rick still waits for his princess, and we wait with him.


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