A new poem.
When humming birds amidst the rain
And morning light no shadows sleep
When sounds return and kiss the range
Hold fast to yonder’s weary feet
If breathe and time
At odds do coin
Rather be it upon soulful rest
Dipped beyond a velvet shrine
And hold fast to a mothers breast.
Skip through loops and dance on waves
A shapely object a foolish naive
Render to me all your wishes
And see a strong returned on wool
To trophy up your feverish dreams
Dried eyes are there wide opened