how

how soft you are

when you are alone

i love you, and these ancient trills

that touch your tongue 

if I could I’d reach through death itself

to remind you not to suffer fools

or take half people so wholly to heart

the Lily of your breath

holds worlds, hazy and luminous 

lilting, lazing on the precipice

of leaf and form, becoming

you are spring, and the dirt, pure

and essential, whispers

in mineral

you are wind, scented

carrying it’s cordial message

my secret heart

with it’s holy language 

skirts and edges across the landscape

how soft you are

when you are alone