i have nothing to sell––
there’s nothing for you to buy.
there may be a poem or two--––
god-signs & angel-marks
like fireflies in the dark.
i am the mist
that grows in the night
that fills the lungs
of your dreams
& seeks
your heart.
you needn’t look for me
i’m always near.
if our stars align
if we drop our fears
& if we choose
our human arms will enfold
our souls
as naturally as
daylight drinks the dew.