you turn me to glass
and i am humbled
in the brilliance of every
sunset shining
through...

melodies hinge
effortless from my lips
and a lover is soon
to kiss their source.

my days are touched
by a hundred hues_
how ever could i
ask for more?

where once the heavy stone in me lay
now lies a nest of butterflies waiting
eager as kites to be freed into the blue vast
of sky, anchored only
by the beating heart\
this wish
only this breath
nothing more
is needed.