I found what you lost in the hills that day
It was hidden in trees carved out with sworded
On branches that were weighed
with anonymous notes lovers once wrote on leafs
that washed away with musket balls
That swept in on the back of horse.
With that a penny thought of what
you so deservingly change stitching
Newtons laws and castles we pour
out in sand.
pinching at the drakes feathers for hats
that were saved in azalea’s mane for rainy days
we found the stars mapped out on dust
strewn boards Lost in the meandering sands
the Reed’s dropping fast into the streams
Rippling dreams seen dripping of toes.
Of mutual friends like the humidor magicians.
We hum hymns that carried the mayflowers away
From daffodil fields to rainbow shores.