saying goodbye to crickets
the dream of tonight
what comes next?
grief suspends us in the seasons
powerless to succumb to heavy hearts
the skin dream
needing to press against reality
the internal fire burning bright
stagnation caught in the airways
the dream of a far away place
take me away, a sweet escape
looking inward at the stillness of light
is there a bounty to be had?


the stillness of light - so good.