My fingers, tendrils unravelling.
Reaching for you, reaching out.
I imagine new fronds, buds emerging.
My mind will not be trapped, in this house.
I must let my thoughts freely wander,
If I don't I will break, lose my head.
Can you imagine, can you reach
with your fingers.
Can the soft tendrils follow streams, follow sky, with a soft thread.
We will meet, we will join in the middle.
You form a blanket and I form a bed.
And we will lay there and we will stay there forever
and gaze peacefully at the stars overhead..
13th April 2020