Do you hear us hush
When you hold your blessed pen
And love us out loud?

I watch you juggle
Ferocity, goodness, grace
You’ve found the balance

I don’t know just when
But I will stand at your side
With you and for you

Unease is the sieve
That filters untruths, and now
I’m indeed alive

You tucked me in tight
When I slipped from your shoulder
Didn’t you, you knight?

I’ll place in my hair
That Hope Flower you planted
When I feared the rain

winter almost hurts
i remember being touched
the sun seems long gone

These wandering parts
Have finally met their match
Now they must duel

“…then on to Paris.”
“We’ll chase red balloons through parks?”
“Sword fights with baguettes!”

I so hope to dance
And to touch the four corners
I can’t abide Could