An Expression of Love

lay me low, wind.

let the clouds shimmer in rolling red,

and let them die in gray,

the prelude to a cold night.

.

and let the stars shine brightly thus,

cold too, in their own plasmic temperature,

and i will wonder at all that

has transpired so far.

.

within that burning sun,

within the tremble of brushing leaves

and the pull of my hair to the unknown

there is a roundness of silence.

.

a peace that reaches deep inside

i do not know where it comes from

and i have yet to know where it goes

but i can feel it now

pulsing through my veins and arteries

licking the skin of my body

.

i can feel the palpable tremble of

‘okay-ness’

quietutde that abides in

multidimensional of non-words,

nothing so crude as to spoil

truth.

.

a smile is a much more accurate

purveyor of that higher truth

.

it comes by grace.

it leaves by grace.