Water-tumbled grains of sand. Ebb and flow. The space between.
Two homes, one heart; cord spun by time. The ties that bind. A weathered seat.
Filtered light, grey warmth and pause. Holding fast my own divergence. Shifting ground, the sweetest roar. Let it wash me clean.
Be still, my love, and softer still. The wind will free it, let it be. No need for show. Not do or go. Be still my love, until replete.
Then shake out, break out, bring the children. Teach the story, love not glory. Empty what you thought you knew.
Now sleep my weary, heavy-hearted; daylight comes too soon. Here together, bound and treasured. Old feeds into new.
