I ask myself if there is a better place
where I can laugh
in the sweetest whisper
and find myself playing tug of war
with distant memories
until they become
a single story.

Under a quiet night I look up
to count my courage
on each flower
of an apple tree
until morning
looks in on me.  
Somehow, I am always left
with my heart
down upon its knees.

I sense that everything dances
within my feelings
warming my thoughts
and just one word
can fill my spirit with you.  
Holding on to your hands
knowing a fire still roars
as a friend of truth.

Laughing inside, I forget about
how rain streamed
like a million rivers
upon all the grasses that used to be.
Pleasure floods through me
like moonlight admires
its own face over the sea.

I ask myself if there is a better place
where I can laugh
in the sweetest whisper,
perhaps change
what I understand to be.
Once again, I find myself  
staring at my heart,
down upon its knees.