We can’t know the wind
but the wind may know us

her skin
looks like the sunset
its promise
sounds like her voice
strong
soft
and humble
singing songs of
witful phrases
the earth's spine shivers
in delight
of her footsteps
treading lightly
teaching ways of wonder
by seeing through the eyes
of children
and speaking in tongues
of brilliance
she is a flower
my mother
dancing
welcoming the rain
forgiving the clouds
and blooming
in sunlight

Sitting here outside,
I see the moon, hear crickets chirp.
Getting lost in sighs and swoon
to snippets of spring earth.
Waiting for rebirth
with eastern sun and lively air.
Praying I feel worth, concern is done,
this time, I’m there.
Wishing you were here,
but feel your heartbeat
with my eyes.
Fishing further tiers
reveal stars seated in the skies.
There I meet you, dear,
above the clouds amongst the light.
Where sweet dreams come true,
no fear, love bounds and
lust takes flight.

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