in deference to the hills
the sun comes shining
for love of the trees
swallows on the wing
it is real
it is real
like night to the moon
your face is glowing
for love of the breeze
you trust in knowing
it is real
it is real
once a white dress
meant something
but after swimming
in the clear green water
i have forgotten my name
and what everything means
like shipwreck treasure
long fused together
the old man carved
an icon in silver
and placed it into my chest
and there it began to beat
it is real
it is real
bhagiti 8.9.07 perrysburg, oh