the rain
(dance)s with me:
a dialect that (speaks) so much
softer than the (silence) you’d bleed
as it dripped (around) you and your e n d l e s s
ringing; an emptying of (my entirety) i am this coming
to be . . .this be coming of we (& my) colors won't
stop as the (bones) in my knees do continue to
flow thru this new winter breeze as i (glow)
(from) rhythm of growth i now sing in
(the) hurt and your sting i create my
own theme; this is (freedom)
to me i am one with
the leaves as (i)
turn and i
(leave)

(be)inghuman
(at) times, is hard
but pl(ease) recall
(you)'ve come so far
these losses (are)
(not) all you are . . .
kaleidoscopic reservoir
with blood that pumps
our long (lost) stars
so thank the sky
for every scar and
hug the ones that
break (you)r heart
for what you (are)
is all you see;
you came to
bruise in
(galaxies)

behold
abun(d a n c e) in the air
dive right (i n) and feel it's flare
always it is ours (t o) share. . . just
close your eyes, i’ll (m e)et
you there