how blissful it is that that split-second memory lasted for an eternity
and the three decades of a journey seems to be only a month go
where his words condensed among the constellations
breathing stardust unto her heart's void retracing its origins
discovering the hidden path towards the garden-bed of blooms
mending the petal strings over the unearthing fabric
as the grass locks are unlatched transitioning
into the unfolding of butterfly wings in synchrony
with the beating heart of the trees
and sunlight dampens upon her cheeks
and she jus' keeps growing
