Songs pulled up like bedsheets

Songs pulled up like bedsheets

Dreams with bright flags waving

Arriving end of day

History engraving

Hologram emotions

Together filling space

Three dimensional moon

Existence full of grace

Happy as sycamore

Happy as sycamore

Resilient to weather

Shedding from a life lived

Tough grain locked together

A ripening fruit that

Softens in the winter

Good shelter for others 

And not prone to splinter

I swallowed a forest

I swallowed a forest

An ocean in my eyes

In a scarf of gray clouds

And a hat of blue skies

I waited for twilight 

Sundial in my hand

Useless without shadow

Tally marking the And

Crossing the park and road

Crossing the park and road

And into the doorway

Car headlights like comets

Cross the ceiling two-way

A streetlight cast shadows

Through the windows and door

Angular Mondrians

Bend from walls to the floor

Yellowwood chandeliers

Yellowwood chandeliers 

And soon the eighth of May

Two decades and a half

May as well be today

The love tide came in and

It never went back out

I am here in the flood

That will never go drought

Catapulting forward

Catapulting forward

So much progress ahead

Making realizations

Beneath the dreams embed

The future is present

Make the moment exist

Near as the next heartbeat 

Far as the pulsing wrist

Goodbyes after grafting

Goodbyes after grafting

The original tree

Awaits the returning

To the roots of the me

I bloomed in your presence 

Pollinated by bee

The fruit forming is a

Culmination of we