How far do you trust a feeling?
How long can I follow this trail?
How much will you say to another?
How true can I be to myself?
icy ground cracking underfoot
with the thawing of spring and slow rebirth
how the worn path became overgrown
and the new way exposed
coy red bird with rose petals face
a lucidity of heart and an eagle’s grace
Enticed by resplendence of eyes
Enthralled by the lines on a face
Besotted and wrapped in each sentence
Falling. Falling into that embrace
discarding sterile games of forfeiture and lesser propositions
high tide comes in with the bluster of a tsunami
and a fire pulled by dual gravities
locating the passion of purpose
Wrapped in arms
Heart held taut
Ease of feeling
A lucky lot
Behind a fear
And haunted squint
Allowing its slip
Letting us kiss