Oh Thomas,
my heart's joy,
literally,
yet stirring my soul.
Never
but a real
Enters the melody,
within a morning mist –
and leaves behind,
hope,
and the gift of
story teller,
delivery,
stability.
Score.
whimsical and
enduring.
constant,
moving,
like pollen
that has traveled
beyond the trees,
and so,
freshly remembered
in a fitted suit.
My heart is filled
with the echoes of clouds,
phenomenal sounds of you.
Kristin
