it has been days that feel like years since i've written any words
here
from my lips
from my hands drip broken tea cups full of blossoming
blue skies and space
endless images drip behind my eyes inked & outlined
clouds once white become the leaves of songs
gifted offerings of birds & plastered dreams
what chapter is this?
what lies here with me within this life?
the bark of summer trees or the borrowed aspects of others
I've gathered to my cups?
delicate presence awakening towards the sun