waiting watching i remember from such an early age
peering out into the darkness to sorrow's tucked in far off corners
a knowing unknowing pressing pulling of stars
unlit
needing more
wrapped in flannel
wrapped in pink guidance quested unblinking
sureness of a valley lost to views earthly tangle
rest becomes a tempest of strange seeking
or
being sought amid the shadows
caught
at morning's radiant beaming bright
meadowlarks wake the wonder of each & every color
while rows & rows of iris bloom magnificent
under a moon
who remembers the night ....
