The Servants Entrance
From heaven love is shapeless there is no design or thread of touch. From earth love is memory or hope. A table cloth of womens dreams. So gather all the apples from the porch and bring them in through the servants entrance. And put them in a basket on a little bench and sow them into your skin like children. And soon they will be warm and friendly like an old coat or a song about love.
Poem By Steve Cash: Founding member of the 70's country-rock band Ozark Mountain Daredevils
Singer-songwriter, harmonica & percussionist, poet, and author of the fantasy trilogy "The Meq","Time Dancers" and "The Remembering". www.ozarkdaredevils.com