The heart and the miner have crossed
off the cliff, they dive united within love’s expression
an anxiety known only in darkness.
Vaporous as the city after rain
The air lifts me higher;
silenced with no words left to say.
Day birds sing ceremony, chirping in the afternoon
basking in green times established
between creation and dream’s wonder.
The heart’s fruit sliding through my hands
like small starlight from another light.
An image once quiet living in the water
can rise up forever in memory.
Glare cannot hide the golden thread of my intertwined fingers
when the swan’s in the sun not flying.