Starburst

for R.

I speak to your soul.
In the roll of the sea
it counts the forms of life. Still all are one.

I speak to your soul.
The honey ice of air
has offered it a way to feel and be.

I speak to your soul.
A seed in the soil dreams it
on and up to a green grass-blade tip.

I speak to your soul.
Out of the core of earth
it is free, and near me now, a wing of fire.

July 3rd 2010