piglet

a piglet hug for your thoughts

the thought below the edge of awareness
brings it's straggly way forward
sparking with differences,
close to being lost
as the ragged borders hold, words form
from impulse and empathy;

i lost the trees in the forest
i found my heart in your words
i left gold in the sand
i brought my soul to your fingers
i look to what may be
i smell only you
like a breath of mist
falling from the treetops