They hang like chimes
Those hearts dangling over earth and stone
To hear their song in the hushed morning mist
Singing tales of brokenness and healing
Is to wander wonderingly into a pinpoint light
Soft and warm against the cool, hard texture
Of stone
Is to remember being wrapped in your arms
In a way that hasn’t happened yet
In a way that may never happen
Except in the floral chimes
Suspended
Protected
Swaying beautifully
Lit from within
Let us soften love
And meet one day on the path
Through fog and forest
Let us soften love
Until the light of us
Becomes one
As the stone blossoms
And hearts softly sing
