Can I be a ghost with you?
Let rainstorms and sun moats comb my muddied hair
While I sing hush-a-bye hymns to the aching earth
From orchid meadows where dew is wine on bare skin
We’ll haunt the hallowed halls of hearts
Run whispered hands along every fracture; every fault line
Make exhalations echo into
Canyons who ignite symphony from song
As wandering breath, great roots of red oaks
Will make lost a lovely somewhere to be
Velvet of fawn footfalls, harmonic with the sigh
Of clover fields at dawn awaiting
The blush of beginning
Curl me into every corner of this world
Let memory hold hope that exists only as truth
In aura arias and a warm hand home.