nocturne

the artist danced with me;

impromptu. at the close of day.

i said, tell me what you know:

“i use my imagination for better things than fear now”

he, eloquent,

and i, wandering

heard

:::everything.:::

lull~abye

birds, wind, exhale,

fluttering, fleeting, beating, heart.

& believed, finally.

that, even i, was, could be.

a flower

in God’s garden.