wait, what are these wet beads trickling down
my cheeks of which my spirit did not intend,
for i wish to dance of heart and feet
the minutes and hours cast shadows, fleeting
by through my days lately, and not wanting them
to be bathed in a basin filled of emptiness,
my spirit, even though embracing all of life’s
manifestations, its verve, the least of which
i wish to experience is loneliness
in this space and time that i am given here in this
sojourn, please let it be touched by the aesthetic
of Nature's hand, and truly, with the heart of Love
