Waves crawl back from deposit of grist and gravel polishing jagged glass of years usage of satisfaction tossed out to vastness. Free all pockets of secret cheek glow to rise in bold multiplication of vulnerable puniness magnified with the sacred passion of time. A window poking a hole speckled by glitter of surrender to a love not promised in the shakiness of uncertainty. Final judgement calls that all confessions laid not on deaf and praised with solitary joys in authentic jitters to expose the foolishness of the heart bold enough to love yet again.

At some point all shame wipes itself away in the gray hairs of multidimensional experiences that bother not the suffering of habitual life.

Nice cricket lullaby me

Ancient creatures wiggle the night

Fading softly

Feather bedded plunged decadence delight

Mumble tumble concrete sirens

Silent movement peaceful flight

Insomnia drifting off into restful sleep and gentle resurrection.

Soft whispering winds fly with reckless abandon.

Singing us back to nature still buzz humming a piece of all our offerings in labor and ecstasy.

No cave drowning out the burial of truth and illusion’s invisible sheath that echoes on a string through prisms of found glory.

Pressed up to it like a child’s first snow captured out the window; before terror of bodies dissolved dormant in the mind.

Life pulsating forcefully along a hot summers day; dodging traffic, weaving, hammock tied to the mighty maple trees.

Gently swaying

the tender baby inside, gleeful

Surrendered to the ride of our life

Blown away by the breeze.