i'll remember the shape of
your face as if
it the palm of my hand

cups of water
over the surface
of your plentiful
pool

every time ill kiss you
ill heal a little more of our
pride until we are there
in where
we shall lay like babes
of the green hills after
sun dance

i'll blow a light wind
just around
and between
and through
your house of cards

wouldn't want them tumbling
now,
would we ?

I might bury the books with your name in them
A big treasure chest
Ill record the coordinates,
and make sure its weather proof,
and I'll forget about it
until another day.

when my mom passed
i used to listen to the
ambient wildernesses
while i was off to sleeping.
crickets and windscapes,
ocean waves and raining water.
echoes from somewhere else.
it filled the room, and i drifted
to lands away where it was
calm as i could be, and i slept
soundly.

Bring me back to safety,
bring me back to my
sanctuary.

the angels are the lilies
the ponds are the clouds
the fairies are flying like the pixies
the butterflies are the reeds
the breezes are the glades
the cicadas are the shore