I feel you in the night
You words whispered to me
the trees carry your message
The flowers the gentle scent of you
Fireflies sparkling with a look of love
The breeze carrying your touch
Gently sweeping my hair from my face
The damp air like your breath upon me
The star lighting my path
As though you are guiding me
The soothing chirp of crickets
Calming me as though your comforting me
The moon lighting my path in the dark
The way you would chase away my fears
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
Be safe,
Karen