something peaks
piques the garden's interest
and intrigues my
fireflying whispers
of gold
surely one with the brilliant
sun of life
giving power
to all who receive
with arms wide
abandoning the shadows
in favor of truth
tell me
what do you see in me?
you see yourself
for we are all the same
gravity the weighing of objects the weight of thoughts unstrung like dust in the moonlight carrying on unbound for chance at matter mattering to matter to be
waded to wait wayward we fly past tall buildings of water of living light we know them feel them are them but do not know them as our own we turn obligatory circles whispers reach us and we learn
amongst the ferns we wicker and scare yearning for the little finger chance to pay us mind our due but overdue is our submission to grace of abundance our invitation to everlasting the times of coming