OH little soul — rest within these arms and oh, Evie how you grew from the minute you came into this world until now. And hey girl, (she always smiles because as you know it’s always a soul who frowns that makes the world
a bit colder) she is the warmth of love.
(somewhere within her smile she knows)
Oh the movement you need is upon your knees: crawl, then walk and one day we’ll run toward the blooming flowers!
Although the day may be gone nev’er are its sweet taste nor voice, lips or soft hands. You are asking me now but i cannot convey how the world is to a little soul — this just born girl.
Oh just believe me now and how i believe you’ll know. How your smile and endurance awakens the angels and moves mountains and ocean waves.
What a warm breath, light whispering tender semi-tones.
Bright mind, accomplish’d shape and exquisite style — budding charms
and blooming flowers and igniting the sight of beauty within my eyes
holding the sight of beauty within my arms. As a dusk holiday holy night
of fragrant-expectations lead me toward wild winded nights as woof
of darkness thick, for hid delight and full of tears crying for a day,
and believe me: let me read love’s missal through to-day, while
many days and years i’ve been alone and cried and how many ways
to try? Always leading hearts of love back toward the opened
door of many tryings and waiting here.
Praying, i fast and feel that washing rain of broken hearts all
in no vain. Let me know the way.
Still: it leads me back to your birth. And your entrance into this
world of cold.
:: 09.26.2021 ::