Writings

i sit
right here
in this place
for a thousand years
and listen
to the wind
as it runs
through the bells
with a melody of beauty
that holds me
waiting
and to the cacophony
of feathered life
as it wakes up the day
with a cry of 'come on, come on
it's time, it's time NOW'
a smile on my face
a stretch
waiting to be found
in my body
my love
asleep
smiling
like we both know
a secret

(of which of course,
we do)