i met a woman
blood on her thighs
fire in her eyes
she carried
a knife and a stone
by the sacred lake
lough gur.
was it a dream
did she come my world
or i to hers?
i cannot tell,
i am maybe,
of the cosmos,
when i care
for my dreams
the cosmos cares....
a knife from the stone
that sharpens the knife
and womans
blood flows freely
with the moon.
