what if i no longer poem
a halting
a staying still
maybe a year or so
until the web unveils my pen
what if i sail away towing my island
charting uncharted water beyond your land
what if i change course at your call return
to stand guard as your ever faithful window tree
enriched with new songs from wind and sea
trunk-full of fragrant sunshine enchanting moonbeams and all things right
leaning gently whispering breezy sweet lullaby each night
here i am
for you
dear love
hi
καὶ, 2023-01-08
sound mind journal 