i write

i write for us these sweet refrains
in this world,
of so much pain.
i search for pillows
where our heads can dream
of a world,
not this.
not as
it seems.
perhaps the awakening truly
resounds
when we hear our own
heartsounds.
allow the warmth with
which we were born
not to

be wounded or
walked upon.
and doing such
in a gentle way
that cannot be denied
nor can it
be
played.