Peace to all who enter

Banner that above each hall

I roll my sister toward

a sunshine room

There are so few places here to roam

She talks more or less nonsense than

before she crossed the line

Was it by choice or was she pushed

like Thompson’s Pavanne

No one knows or speaks aloud

I must have been looking elsewhere

on that day

Caught the remainder change rolling my way

I miss my sister—

Where has she gone?

A rolling complication

Two wide eyed blues afraid of what is

What’s to come what may may not be

Cracked fragments rising falling memory

Drummers dance to rhythms of their

nameless mountain valley reverie

Unsigned solace

I hear voices of heart song offerings

open hands drawing grace in unity

We look with eyes of thoughts and dream

She asks me if I see the baby crying in the sky🪶