The pulse of a kitchen,
The plate scraping music, full,
The strawberry print caught on ceramic floors.
A round, yellow daisy eye,
Staring into the tea stained sky.
The wink, the gesture unsure,
Her head bowing to a sea of field and grass.
His fingers curled,
Around the smooth arch of stone,
The folded grasp of treasure,
Released into deep river mines.
And the wind, as she wraps herself
Around the clouds of yesterday,
Pulling heaven closer,
To these earthy soil hearts in bloom.
A brave candle wandering,
The smooth dip of light,
And a round wishful eye whispers,
"I love you too."
The rush of quiet sunlight,
Just before the leap,
And his wings, outstretched,
spin around, and around, and