They call my name again
those blackchill voices,
from another lifetime that
I lived as just a child.
Hurl me over mossy cliffs
of lavender persuasion.
Suck me into mercuried pools
through dimpled rings of time.
Coiled in time a thousand turns,
their silvered mirrors watch me.
I see myself, then lose myself
one hundred times again.
And reaching deep within,
I grasp the moment that they called me,
and setting free the child,
whorled in crystal, touch the sky.
Those voices cannot have me.
They had the child and
drowned her.
They drowned her in the lifetime
that I lived as just a child.
© Montana Blue
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