in the truth that wakes
before the dawn
a glisten to the dew
tis there –
and in that silence
sings my soul
held to me
the sweetest notes
no words could ever suffer
no voice could sing
or ear to comprehend
a lowly breath
moved in and out
collects the truth in passing
slows the beat
to match the one
I know

violin
harmonica
a guitar without strings
bits of glass
dance against the breeze
jay and wren
the dove applaud
branches bend together
sunlight skips
as stones upon the lawn