They were too close
to breathe; stopped
by all manner of bricks
which pseudo-hit
through the years
or at least, her
so that even though
dancing together
again after a long
passage of time
in satisfactory rhythm
the starry night sky
captured her gaze in
a way more familiar
Flower smiles at sun
Bee arrives for a visit
Nature’s communion
I wish to be
a summer leafy dogwood tree
or the little blue songbird
that might perch on me
or maybe, just the fly-so-high wings
of the little bird who sings
amidst the leaves
of me, a summer dogwood-maybe thing
then surely I’d soar
through a clear blue sky door
above the sad world of you
becoming the wind and more
higher than higher than high
forever unquestioning why
and free; so free
never, ever again, to die
Heartspell 