If you have time.

Come talk to me whilst I embrace myself with the wall that from which

no flowers grow. 

Tell me about the words you forgot to tell

the one person you would need to say them to. 

Discuss the halo of dewdrops that just happened to

nestle themselves into the minescule strands of your hair. 

Put on some jazz music and tell me about

what lifted your hesistant heart to baffling laughter.

I'll shrink my voice to the whisper of the wind in September and 

use my ears to hear the ocean in your voice. 

Ask me about the murmured thoughts that I didn't think 

into enough to pronounce them to the rest of the Earth. 

Soothe the ache of silence with the care and gentle touch of

the shore to the sand. 

Drop the stone terrestrial walls in your mind and 

allow the room to see the beauty in it. 

Let your shoulders drop with the weight of an avil,

and let your breath then be deep as a well.

Expose yourself to the cold so that it may seep into your bones, 

but release it when your heart is ready to warm.

There will never be anything incorrect in allowing yourself to be free.

Go forth into what you feel.

Lean into whatever you may then love.

Become what you wish to be. 

No matter how far away from me that may be. 

I will allow my heart to glaze over with the ice of Winter,

even after the cold has left.

And when when the time comes,

I will thaw with the slight warmth of the air of August days. 

It will take me time,

for I do not long for short timings,

but I will become warm enough to allow myself to have the tenderness that I do now.

Whether it be for you or for me.

So, tell me.

Tell me all of the seemingly superfluous details while you have the time,

while they happen. 

For now it is certain that you will have all of the time you need,

but someday you will never know. 

And years from now, I will ask you to tell me these things once more, 

if you have time. 

Human Dignity + Compassion = Peace.