I knew a lass with moonlight in her eyes.
Her spirit radiated like the sun
She had about her a wildness untamed;
A bird flying, a Gazelle on the run.
With speechless wonder I would gaze at her,
My trembling heart barely daring to beat,
I had no voice to speak, no words would stir.
She held me enthralled; a child at her feet.
She is my world, I survive on her skin.
Her life is my life; she must continue,
It is a war, and is one we must win.
If we love her, we will let her renew.
“Gaia, my Love”
by
Jerry E Smith
©9/14/16
“The real world is in a much darker and deeper place than this, and
most of it is occupied by jellyfish and things.
We just happen to to forget all that. Don't you agree?
Two-thirds of earth's surface is ocean, and all we can see
with the naked eye is the surface: the skin.”
Haruki Murakami
