This is good

We feed each other chapters of ourselves,
page upon page I see transformation.

And in the end  . . .
I find your life to be a sonnet.


Lark

Now THIS . . . makes sense

You smile

You twinkle

You talk sense
with a depth and richness.

I am opening ,
didn't even know I was closed .

You are
pulling , gently .

We are traveling some where . . . 
doesn't matter where . . .

from the beginning . . . . to the middle
 A place I'd like to be .

Balanced . . .   that feels good .

Trusting  . . .  A word I'd love to believe in.

Slowly. . . . we travel there together.

You are a  man ,
 noble hearted with a soulful spirit .

We have good intentions. . .

                      We take our armor off here .





Lark

Autumn

AhhhhhhhAhhhhuuutumn
Ahhh auuuuuauuutumn .(sung by a choir)

From the hymnal of the seasons ,
she comes forth . . . shining  . . .
Gilded golds and rubies.
Embracing us in her warm cape of comfort and peace.
Preparing us for slumber in the coming of the silent snow.


Lark