There is a poem
arising on this page
hesitantly

It doesn't know you
or what to festoon itself with
to get your attention

which is worth more
than diamonds

what does a survivor do
upon the re-entry into life?

Sing me a song of the sound of starlight
casting a spell on this warm summer night.
Sing me the song of the night birds that fly
reflecting the light of the stars in their eyes.

Sing me a song of thee, sweet summer air,
bearing the promise of love like a prayer.
Sing me the song that the nightingale sings,
this song from the heavens that gives my heart wings.

The lake catches moonlight on each tiny wave,
starlight and moonlight sparkle and play
When the breeze pauses its breath you can see
caught in the stillness: eternity.

Waving your leaves oh my friends you tall trees
sing in the chorus of love here with me
Chorus of wonder, of joy and delight,
we worship our Maker all through the night.

My dear, you had me long ago,
sly wanton that you are,
your words awoke my lover's heart:
cut deep, yet left no scar.

In the murky swamp that is my heart
each frog and crocodile
feels like a prince who's just been crowned
when you blow a kiss, and smile

In what direction
do I pursue you
when I am certain
of how it will feel

where am i when
i don't see you and
you don't see me
only later we

and oh I wish
I'd known
I'd noticed then
I'd been noticed

Look this is empty
you are thinking
and continue on

Let's say
I'm aware of you
and the small distance
you will go today

did you have dinner
was it neatly done
and put away
cleared

did you wonder
what shall I do
with this quiet
that owns me

tonight again
and that I'll do
tomorrow
I think maybe

and cinnamon
for my toast
and almond butter
for my coffee

and you oh you
you are for my body
because it aches
literally for read