IN STILLNESS YOUR NAMES ARE WHISPERED 

Have caught the swallows shriek
Laid dead flowers on the meadow 
Searched fragments of hardened memories

Incarnating a kiss from memory. 

Renascent

A window through the treetops 
shows its shards’ glow over the ground
It is spoken here with bird words 
where our embers become burning 

Standing in and by the solid Tree
we cry happiness in the warm rain 

In this high, bright and blue,
above the plum trees blooming, 
down by the hyacinths beneath the skies, 
we were embraced here to protected be

STAND TREE!
Stand tree with your branches as arms’
Stand tree robed clean in blue and gold
Stand tree in skin of bark of our innermost saved

Shards, 
our richest shards of cried blood
created for happiness and sweetness, 
worthy of our own home carried bliss

In stillness your names are whispered

Like fog thrown 
Dream without sleep
Sigh in wind

That was the memory

Care for it tenderly