Wild tender beings
dandelion seeds blowing
To sacred spaces

Wild tender beings
dandelion seeds blowing
To sacred spaces
Green green greens and bold
Colorful flowers ease post
election blues hope balms
Sometimes that perfect
Temperature finds you at
Perfect temperament
Brown skin, brown beauty
Graceful lines take shape as the
Sun shines on your light
The good in you sees
The good in me together we
Making things better
I did that, yep me
Gassing myself up, mm hmm
Remembering now
A reminder that hope
Can grow from an idea that
Takes hold like a vine
Part II
Covers your trellis
Winding strength held up by your
Lasting Foundation
Part III
Firm, unwavering
Steadfast, weathering changing
Seasons hops and hope
That kind if intamacy
That builds
When you sleep in the same space
Share the same work
Learn together
The type of intimacy that builds
When you know each other
At your most vulnerable
At your most desperate
At a time when you are
Figuring it all out
That’s what I hold on to
Prayers without words
Feeling the grief, love-relief
God always with us
Part 1
Trying to live a
Softer life, speaking gentle
erasing trauma
Part II
Holding close my love
Of soothing hurt with flowers
Blooming healing balm
Part III
So that they may know
An innocence, a freedom
To pass on instead
Part IV
Although we do not
Forget, we set them free of
The bonds of that pain