I will sing you…
with low notes strongly pure
light through dust of your worries
courage for times of cold silence
when you need the music to return
I will sing you in truth until
you remember the voice born with you.
Yet to be Seen
where blue crosses yellow
melting green, life will meet us
in colors combined
How is it that water
is such a crafted artist?
Consistently she reflects
the whole of light and darkness
grays blurred or glint of rose
upon watery wavering waves.
Then offers still life in contrasts
days of no wind, glasslike
surfaces smoothly reflective
that stop me in time.
Lean into the loud
hold curiosity’s hand
consider this thundering
consider it may not mean what you thought.
This crack clashing boom
only an illusion of danger.
Maybe it isn’t a disastrous end
but a calling of resounding strength
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