a seductive song caught in her ear
her head turning in grateful
respect and recall
this song.....
played just for her as she entered
the space
calling to weary her soul
she had to follow
did she run or float?
sauntering outside
onto the veranda..
into the night, warm and welcoming
it wrapped around her
like an old friend
one who had
returned after a long and arduous journey
"hello, my friend"
the perfect night....lit by a tiny sliver
golden moon
between the trees
"remember, I remember"
"when you hold me like this, I know myself"
nature's song grew in sharpness and tone
feeling it vibe in her heart
hollow.....
waking up her
HOPE! long sleeping
allowing the ownership of reality
"summer returns, she indeed.... is coming"
this morn, she sits and writes
in reflection
the song played in her memory
banks
now.....the smile and the sway of her
body returns...
revived is she, more awake, more grateful
less restricted
the promise of summer
has been sung to her center
in the night, warm and wholesome
into her soul suspect and under satiated
better now, it is going to be
alright
yes.....
the frogs and the crickets sang her name
last night
under the sliver of a golden moon
between the trees
this morn, she knows it was played
just or her
as the willow watched her
wake up
to
the promise of summer
shroud lifted
truth gifted
spirit drifting
with the clouds
sliding over that
sliver of a moon
as the willow
watched
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