Had I known your voice would haunt like so many dancing sprites along midsummers plush ridges
I may have said my peace long before you faded over the horizon
Winter was not left with your leaving
Chilled roots perhaps but more late October mysteries I have no answers for
Sending inquiries, soft and translucent
Go unheaded, unwanted, unheard
We were friends once, intertwined with what I thought was a love that had not faltered, just evolved
Months pass with naught left but frosty windows, my face pressed against the glass
Still waiting to see your light weave through the trees towards me once more

Hello Sunhead
Unheaded director in whatever direction
Tease to be the only one inspection
Tazed too, un-fit unwitting dancing depiction

Hello Sunhead
Do not be afraid that my name is diety,
For fear in a firm light touch lightly you lost in piety
For what?
We are what not? But, to be believing in her faith in pedigree,
The degree we ***** existence makes love like winds in lofty leanings

Hello Sunhead
Hi, said my only side you see, I want you to be seen
Flashlight in the eyes of the aether, which with folding chairs made cloudy on paper
The Napier’s staple, cold ensemble you assemble within reach
Bleach bone napkin cuts deeper like hailing holders of my paw printing preacher
I’m going to be the teacher, the wretch, my name is a stretching of two stars signs signing singing and sighing...fun…is the opt-out.
I sing to you my praises.
Not that you may hear them, but to be near them
For burning may sting, but a singed arm scarf coiling off the palm springs is a helluva day than wetter.
To hold them with a handle like a grip in a snakeskin locked chest.
I say I know best, but that’s not true.
Hello Sunhead. I miss you.