
she exhaled a warm breeze through the generations–
over castles and moats, around labyrinths and garden mazes;
her whispers wrapped thin and tall and solid

she exhaled a warm breeze through the generations–
over castles and moats, around labyrinths and garden mazes;
her whispers wrapped thin and tall and solid

open me–
i will exhale upon your touch
and unlock
that which lies within

i fly amid his thoughts–
safely sleeping
in hidden alcoves of worn memories

imagine her stepping silently in robes of violet velvet,
amid stone hallways and green gardens,
her heart pulsing through the ages,
in me and perhaps in you–
alive and well
