Joy, Arms wrapped

thinking Politely of how good it feels

Taking time to ponder nothing

As the trickling sound of distant brooks

Sunlit skies and august days

Wander into memory

Hand finding grasp 

Returned

The moments before slumber

When what has been read three times

laps the words before it

Risked, found nothing lost

Arbitrating for a wounded heart

found in healing season

Nothing said

For need or inclination

And as the morning left dawn behind

The implausible recovered

Where missing became wonder

And dream

Blended into courage

Coloring the background

In cascading facades

Where Love and kindness

Enjoyed the introduction