My dear come touch me, hold me
why are you so far away...

I am the chalk on that dark driveway,
drowned in the torents of rain...

There are ghosts
surrounding me...

When you stop and stand there
at the joining of the two roads...

Another one of make things beautiful poems.
emerald green, oblong...

A dryad dancing among the trees
the neiads hidden in the water...

Sparks in the sky shine
the moon's rays touch my skin...

Who stands there so tall and proud
and leafed giant and branched lord...

Mother earth greatest of all
spreading peace and love...

I'm stuck circling
lost in the rhythm of the path...

Words caught in my breath
with your eyes looking into mine...

Starting, barely turning
from the bottom of the gut...