Undone

Speckled light drapes the earth

neath towering canopies rise

the tune that wakes the sleeping self

softly drifting on the morn.

The shine of wave crests rebound

as lapping waters soothe

no bath has felt as good as this

since the rise of last full moon.

A breath of air, a breath of breeze

a sigh to take on charge of day

dancing leaves do quake and wave

as birds all have their say.

My heart consumes the moments here

amongst lievened senses come

the words that free my mind alone

the sweetness of coming undone.