out of the purple
the birds fly high
then silence breaks the sky
you can hear a cat yawning
a scarf drying in the wind
a caterpillar walking
bending grasses whisper
the very seed inside my heart
has been planted to grow and fly
don't try to fly too soon
just feel the gentle floating lift
look at the horizon
which tastes of raspberries
the birds are already gone
and the air is still silent
the tulips explode powder
neither a twig nor a cloud
can measure what is distance
as if there is