magoski
Before words
there is a singular moment
waiting to be let in
Behind words
is a longing
of
for
family
And, In front of the words as they come flying out of the mouth
like birds
set free in May
to Dance around the Pole
ThIs is
my release
my equanimity
•
I know you are right there
waiting to join me
through time
and space
Together Forvever
Always Apart