I'll come to see you; uncoiled, naked; in sky; sea foam blazing.
Beside the tricolored fields of loose leafed trees; directing no more traffic.
Delighting windchime birds through breezing timbre.
Freeing arms to twist at dawn.
Every sound billowing with air; crafting together and apart; dividing all those jagged pieces from a puzzle set misconstrued.
You'll crawl out; leaving form for forward froms.