Lined paper is me
Under hands improving the emptiness
Where my nerves hide curving the once upon

A time . .

This morning briskly and modestly
I stretch them
Yawning the noised syllables

My head it’s tiny wants
Where nothing is spoken
Except the trees around me

They twirl talking love
I stare demanding crowns
Crown me recover the child within

Hopeful is what I live to be
Flying among the flowers
Sunburst love attached in a forever