Written by: julie heckman

You have heard the words 
flying fair as the Bluejay 
sailing midday... wings 
reaching for the heavens.

Who walks surrounded by
the arms of Gods, I long
to see your simple smile 
break the dust and lend to me
your sacred words. I will sketch
the fabric of your hands. 

The canvas lingers. You stand 
alone the fire beneath 
my skin strikes me silent...
while I wait for your 
voice to sing.