ink bleeding into paper

and inside the night
it is so quiet, warm
i lay here in peace
with one of the greats
with one whose hand i've
been holding for quite some time
we are full like a belly
we are like babies
wrapped snug
and the lightning dances
at the windows
and the goodness flows
in rivers in this place
as my body
so sweet for sleeping
inside awakens
beautiful
i am a sister in this village
of life
my family grows and shines
all around me
like stars in a desert sky
and our web grows
like ink bleeding into paper