you write love songs eyes closed, peaceful breathing brand new days because you smiled you found me in the torn creases old newspapers and magazines forgotten in the shadows because you lifted the sun and brought light you held me, healed what was broken pulled back heavy darkness because you sang you found me…

I have wandered in the very narrow fields stepping carelessly between the plowed rows and wild grasses turning to see the sun between the guarding trees drinking in the impossible blue I have wandered in the very narrow fields singing with abandon there, I have lost myself weaving into tomorrow the endless possibility and gathering…

you are like a breeze on a summer afternoon that sends me flying ~ leigh-anne fraser

we walked in sunshine along the reservoir while the geese floated and called to their children powerlines buzzed above our heads and I held your hand we walked in rain and thunder first day that we met droplets that you kissed away you asked me where my socks were why didn’t I have my umbrella?…

in conversation with the sea I stood with day’s end and listened to the waves drowning in their song I heard nothing else not the soft lullaby of the pale setting sun not the coo of birds hiding in coastal flowers I heard nothing but the beating of my own heart until I was gone…

  over the stone ledge into small droplets, I fall my heart caught mid stream ~ leigh-anne fraser

inside your voice builds through, upward in stillness I sit with you listening hollowed core and the earth drums against your limbs through the labyrinth of roots to heart beating loud enough for me to hear and I breathe in time before you begin to sing ~ leigh-anne fraser

drown me in this perfect moment in your arms floating in the nothing of now your hand reaches and I hold on I float and in the over flow find myself ~ leigh-anne fraser

I grow in shadows toes dipped in wet sands and running water protected under broad arms trees with their ancient stories and a song from the deepest parts of the horizon told to me in the passing of each gentle wave I listen as the crest rolls and touches the shore I listen as the…

  morning I breathe you hoar frost and ice fog clothe the sunrise I watch looking for myself there in the soften outlines of bare tree limbs and evergreens there in the sleeping earth and dusting of snow I lie in the furrows stretched out to close my eyes while the day carries on ~…

you lift me into the sunlight and I see below the outline of butterfly shadows ~ leigh-anne fraser

the day laid out in simple form bright like the rising sun held by the gentlest curve against a background of nothing I sit and breathe deeply ~ leigh-anne fraser