the encoding that cannot be raided? that ' s music, you explained and were happy, then. I will stay in the house of childhood and know this
gazing at the self same stars till I die from being, like them, too crystalline...
and the birthday wish floated over the candles into a vast sky where it continued snowing Christmases. now we ' ll go back to vectors in the schoolrooms,
to the trapezoids, we laughed and turned instead to poetry, to the somethings left unsaid in Mozart serenades;
to our classical parades, your Chopin, prismlike, causing the clouds to weep.
and in the summer yard, the pink mimosa flowers waved to us and it was not so hard to leave; I swear, it was naught but sleep turned into dreams;
the buzz of the bees at their fuschia rainbows making purple honey and the new shoes still in the shoebox with old valentines.
and you will find fresh diamonds in your diamond mines the frost on the glass
and the charms in the jewelry box at last. and in party favors wrapped in crepe paper pastels mind the hidden words that heal;
the tree scarred winter dawns when the angels stray near the azaleas and enunciate( as Grandmother told us to)
Be not afraid, Spring isn ' t so far away.
and the Star God sent standing still and evergreen above our once upons.
3 june 2016