Like a flightless bird hanging on its feathers
In a feeble attempt to catch a drift in the wind,
I sit and wait for your return in a longing daydream.
Intoxicated by the constant wrenching sound of pain
A hopeless grip to anchor on for body’s sake
In a corporal fight to stake it all.
Patterns of remembrance begin to emerge
From the depths of the forgotten abyss
In a soul celebration so clear.
Waving reminders of surrender to the surface
That push the ego to wane for heart intentions
Opening the possibility of a summer bloom