with

in pine forests high

sighing pillars hold up

domes of sky spinning stars

with or without words

succulent fruit

clear water catching the light

quenching and greening the edges

openings inherent

gust of lift

balance of wing

depth of color

embrace of smile

eye to eye silent

blind love stories

for now night shines

gleaming clean

impending dew

there's still a ways to go

gain space far

from the chill fear of darkness

a crown of stars

a crescent moon underfoot

carrying the carefully wrapped

imminence independent

solo wholeness

creation and myself combine