Mar 30
Grey Detachment
Blue Consumption
I feel your sadness, even from here.
I watch you hide in daily tasks of distraction as if you might fool your heart.
A moment is not too much to ask.
I caution, several moments have escaped us, still, you look for shelter.
Listen to me, listen to the flow of my voice, like a gentle stream.
At the edge of the flowered field, softly passing through.
Like events of the day, you care not to see.
Hear the joy of the singing birds, and the buzz of the collectors reaping pollen.
Watch the gentle bend of the stalks against the wind, returning upright.
Know life continues, even when you need to step off in pause.
Several more moments, slip away.
Breath deeply, as if you might catch the scent of the flowers, presenting the color.
Against the wings in motion, in harmony with the water’s motion.
Under the skies draping, and watchful eye.
Allow your sadness to escape, upon the waters departure.
So you might welcome in the sun.
