Tickle me 
with good 
make me
peel laughter
‘til I 
can’t breathe 
and then 
kiss me 
breathe into 
me breathlessly 
the soul
you stole 
from me 
running away 
like glee 

Pasture I have 
found stream there
look a valley
a mountainside vestibule 
adorned with flowers 
maybe a wedding 
or even christening 
some ceremony or 
celebration of sorts 
life I suppose 
beginning or end 
begging me to
stay but I 
dare not for
this is not 
my time but 
someone else’s mine 
is to come  

One life
to live 
a lifetime 
perhaps not 
for if
the heart
is what 
gives life 
then wouldn’t 
every heart 
that each
one touches 
also beat
with a 
different one 

Even in darkness 
flowers sleep buds
close and curl
and in day
when the sun
invites and beckons 
do they brighten 
and this love 
is you to 
me for around 
you I am 
but a prairie 
of wild flowers 

Remain present 
witness life
let dreams 
drift for 
they belong 
to future 
and memories 
to past
remain rooted 
in relevance 
by not
drifting away