it seems the midnight hour

passed her by again

clouds are here now

with winter air

crisp chilled alive

among us

shivering ideals

occasionally harsh

set to steal

the warmth 

and comfort of

father sun

a momentary glance her way

i love her hands

her gentle touch

and the way

she can hold space

and me


all i want to do

is run

far away…

i like her soft

and strong


when she is honest

please be honest

we rest in lotus

her and i

smells of oils

inside of us

the days aren’t dark

and the angels 

have not disappeared

with lonely ears

and resilient hearts

set for listening

to the soulbirds

among us


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