drowning thoughts
hug me today please
all should have i seen
pleases me now >> dear
nature touching me
a warmth of love so
dearly greatly now
sings to my heart

To move with the wind!
To sing with the sun!
To bind my tongue
in stunned pleasantry!
A grande death of love!

to open one’s eyes;
a final moment of seeing
is what beauty is!

:: 06-20-2015 ::