to the stream
life is called
billowing veils of
gold and lavender
wrapped around us
i would lay you down
in the soft grass nearby
where the iris drop
their heads in the breeze
so that you may sleep
in the afternoon sunlight
to the lullaby of
passing water
thank you catches in my throat
thank you to the warm sunrays
the fresh spring winds and golden fish
who carry hearts forward to your feet
just for you, they gather here
let the world heal you
and carry you forward
dear one
now that you may rest
~
01.06.06
Leigh-Anne Tyson
