There is no end
To where we begin
Remind me again how
Wet soft light embraces
All the traces of what is
Left and what we promise
To defend

Inside the core
A graceless wind of pain
Departs to find it’s way out
Into outer waves that send the
Differences where melancholy leaves
A markedness made absent to retreat
Into our satiated breeze

Upon the face of a rose
Lands the heart of a bee
Where I find the beat of your soul
In a universal tree branching out
To sail by wooden boat

Into our sea