Friday, April 22, 2016


hold mine
to hold yours
our hands

the sound of me leaving what does not serve
i remember who i am 

what are we going to do , leap ?
please do 
pinching myself here
no longer asleep

a friend says she cannot cry
that made me want to . .
oh darling , oh dear

but these
raining down
taste curiously happy
no time yet ,  to die

even a glimpse of the whole
is enough to bring tears
everything , life and death
laughing at my fears

i am yours
my soul 

let that go to your heart

to be found
is the highest form of art
let us be wise
sight , touch , smell , taste , sound

living with butterflies
so beautiful

lahc  -  earth day , 04/22/16

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