(Artist- Gaelyn Larrick)

My weedy delicate overgrown heart,

Parleys my identity into manifestation.

Through the lyrical song of birds,

It sings in my breast of our shared truth.

The rhythm of raindrops on a road,

Delights my dancing inner child with your jocular memories.

Across the hush of twilight’s masking darkness,

Will evoke me of your concern and attention that was tasted.

It is in the softest muted moments of recognition

That I hear old earth’s vibrations

Serenade with comfort

And divine our genuine existence.

A spiral of ornaments,

And you were able to see the unelaborated me.

~m