letters ( I was safe..)

I was safe in the sanctuary of my hiding place,
in the refuge of its protective walls,
in the green mist, in the lake of tranquility.
When I sensed the prowling presence,
…footsteps that disturbed my internal silence.
Without eyes I couldn’t see,
without hands I couldn’t touch.
The painful blindness of my existence
Spin my consciousness into the light of the moment.
And I wept, and I bled, and I ached
My mind, in timeless wonder, let me swim
From the waters of the womb and surface
to your presence, to the sound of your footsteps
to the smell of the sand mixed with the blood.
…your blood.
I wonder whether mine
would smell the same,
when mixed with sand.
I guess it depends
on the quality of sands!