She is an
open field
a spirit cloud
of linen
a breath
between waiting
the shades
of trial and error
a host of
tumbling thoughts
her prayers
offered
without answers
hidden in
rhymes and verse
she falls
into waiting
arms
like a fear
captured
She is an
open field
a spirit cloud
of linen
a breath
between waiting
the shades
of trial and error
a host of
tumbling thoughts
her prayers
offered
without answers
hidden in
rhymes and verse
she falls
into waiting
arms
like a fear
captured
