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