It’s talking to me, repeatedly

Some message meant only for me

Emirate talk, purpose and place

Kiln emotions, kiss and walk

Verses to me and the drive

Sonoma vineyard concert

Quiet cordon, leaves with rocks and tilled terrain

I wish it were different, like this

It could be, but others have their language

If I cry then write, no sips, just syllables

Promise to self and that shine, glimmer, reflect

Echoes in chords, more, a new morning lore

Specific and intrinsic, new candle lit

Diluted tension

Kneeded apprehension 

Round about tout, another round

Of that song, early

Numbers don’t matter

Only the intersection