intimate enclosure
lush wild grown embrace
birds in concert overjoice in rapture song of home
rabbits burrow too she says in sanctuary here
with circle soft of sunlit grass
and gratitude this ease may last

Love

Depending on your view,
You feel loved,
A wind that blew,
a thing not shoved,

A lightness of heart,
a redemption of soul,
A lovely piece of art,
That covers your black hole,

A tear on cheek,
Slowly making its way,
Making you weak,
With nothing to say,

A light in the midst of dark,
A star in the edges of night,
A beautiful morning lark,
The hope that makes you fight,

A simple thing called love!

a fresh existence
appears with little warning
there's only one cure