When I wake the morning stars still breathe into the in-between sky My eyes mumble with leftover sleep dreams swirl, wafting like smoke wispy tips on incense I hear the end notes of an orchestra play waiting to disappear into silence
I want to remember urging crumpled moth wings to lift I place you in sunrays they beam beam soft and steady, whispering into a swan cradle: my cupped hands split dropping our core it drifts down the stream I watch it go around the bend out of sight
I sigh, squeeze my eyelids shut hard my almond corners hold tension I don't forget our light is still here holding us afloat
Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole 