Will you speak for me?

My voice is too subtle a whiff

when perfume of notoriety lulls

some into opiate dance following trails

to an audience that will stand and applaud

the addiction of approval.

I need a small space

of sound across water

when doe brings her baby to drink

and tiny ripples lap against

golden sleeves of Weeping Willow

who thumbs the minnow

into applause of tail upon lake surface.

Will you speak for me

And in return you will hear

the depths beneath turmoil

where imagination rests symbiotic

within castles of light

built of coral and bloom

and discovery is the incense

of solitude.