Love, find me here...
In places where foreheads press in vain
Against a deeper strength.
Light leaks slipping through green canopies.
Souls flowing out,
Down into fields of tall grass,
Peace in an old, tired fence post
Placed there in days long gone, by sleeping spirits,
Broken only to the fools who thought
Themselves more enlightened.
Find me in the rough, sinewy skin
Contradicting graceful strides,
Intent and purposeful.
Body still flowing despite the workload.
The way his eyes close,
It's in every exhale,
All the ways we have failed.
Find us here.