geometric egg

with their agates and whirlpools

violet, green flight

be the blank canvas

that draw you in; and call you

of that great distance

we all cling sometimes

that demands sugary treats

I have passed this past

my Nana does speak

faint branches in a white sea

to keep it secure

the various V’s

homeomorphic tree tops

charcoal to paper

your path can be framed

as a Bee is to flower

and create you own

laying on my back

whispered to my deepest self

at the lowest point

lofty sequoia

I see you and your colors

to the stream; ocean

wake up to a hug

for the hidden forest doors

whispering of blue

the various V’s

release the grip that it has

and edges within?

walking random paths

moss draping over branches

prior to response

sometimes do you feel

like the sound of waves pulling

in the winter sun

oh, fairyslipper

ev’ryone becomes silent

life is letting go

a tender wave wafts

might be — organized — perfect

vestige roots of time

I long for rivers

found in every little

the awe of it all

I glanced at you — there

it left only a small crack

cradled by the Earth

a spiral beauty

rotational — reflective

fog rolls in like tide

breadcrumbs of sunbeams

let me sit at your still side

the awe of it all

my orchid’s face me

smell, taste of being awake

direction of change

reflections at sea

grab the celestial light

as I lean to you