Wrap-around presence shawl of night grasping straws at loneliness,
sounds arched on moonbeam’s light ground of envy.
Feather duster of holding wisdom wind’s pockets snapping by chance,
touch from heaven velvety chest of forest’s infinite reason.
Clockwork smile resonating its dead, malachite calm a candid overture
entering holding time of extinction, somehow.
Shadows filled, portals of coastal light nature mystifies empty spaces, again, on such unfoldings. |