write me

write me, write me from the meadowland.

autumn winds sigh relief where i belong

by craggy shores and with ocean's hand,
in the ecstasy of sweet robin's song.

there awaits a changing tide;
for northern winds hum our names
lighthouse, speak volumes and guide
until aurora summons my one wish.

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look at this face of mine
these hands that love a rhyme,
this heart that beats for rhythm
these feet fit for a northern hem
do sail amid words of two
& navigate the realm of you.

again

it's october again and i'm awake
wide awake with streaming thoughts
musings of fervor & for quiet's sake;
forage feeling once caught--

just lie there.