daughter
Paradox of the
Waning and waxing,
Warm sea breathing.
My daughter swings back to me
Smiling.
Fists and flowers
Unfold and the pure are
Enraptured.
Wind trickles in.
Air bursts big
& eyes open.
Her grown hair, braided,
She runs.
Divine tree widening
hugs a horizon and
Coallesces
Confesses.
The flutter rumbles,
Trickles colors.
Wisps blows
Twists into the
Loud moths.
Her grey eyes
Startle clouds.
Passioned-wrapped
Knotted vines
Entwine.
Star hearts and
Pulsed double loves
Singing.
Taking talkers still still into motion,
she runs.
Tomorrow’s
Sunrising glow
Before.
Her barefeet,
parting the leaves.