Won’t you come with me
To the place where the hummingbird dips its wings
A tiny bowl in the sky
Reverberates its whirring by
Won’t you come with me
To hear the song earth’s motion sings to the sun
Its cries contoured by gravity
Are as the call of stones, plunging into ocean
Won’t you come with me
To dwell in the home of the roots
Gnarled and still burrowing, older than bone
Wherein lies the marrow of tomorrow
The dance of my love
The Sound of What Happens 
Lovely.
Thank you!
Hi Eilish, is this a new song or a poem? Its lovely, either way!
Thanks Ali! It’s a poem, but who knows, I might get inspired to set it to music. That could be pretty neat.
Hi Eilish. sounds great as a poem interested to hear it set to music. Thank you for liking ‘Spiritually’. Take care. The Foureyed Poet.
Thank you! You’re poem was beautiful as well.