thankfully
divine nature is here

to sweep up after us all

I hold unspoken
affection to the light

but at times
not that I declare it shines upon

as I hold it there

like our sun minds earth

Start no conversation
feels hard to have

a soul is
softly spoken
not forced to speak

not then
not when

there

is only one now
at all times

Win me on a wilt of wind
tune me to it's line of sight
melt me to a silent cure
as day trips oer a feral night

you be there
already

a life not teach you

Be slowing down
to speed it up

and speeding up
to slow it down

Mistakes take you
to there is none

wakes you to forgotton
to save you to your soul

the art of picking
at things that wont heal


Be tender at your mind
as you roose its wounded kind

gentle are a child's giant healing hands
warm upon your golden soul


no wound heals
as you keep picking at it

especially those you do not see or feel