Tilt your head sideways
and see a way out of the darkness
it is there, wrapped like silk,
darkly considered, but thrust aside
again and again to be left waiting.
This dusty package, this crumbled husk
that holds the spark of something
the love of someone, erased.
Listen to the lullaby vapors
as they lead the way home
ready as ever,
to rock your soul to sleep.
Turn that eye that seeks newness
onto some wisdom pausing
and notice, astonished,
that parcel wrapped in silk
waiting for some small sigh
to finger its folds open
the way back to sunshine.
It is the smallest breath that brings life.