Searching sky-eyed
for your wings
in soft colours
waiting like a lake
for you
to call my name
in leaf shapes
listening for your almost-breath
in breeze-songs
of low ocean murmurs
and I call on thunder thoughts
to roll in rain-promised air
and I am here
in the midst of them
ablaze and ready
with sun-splashed lips
to wrap you acquiescent
in trembling birdsong.
(1 September 2001 / 6 April 2006)
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