that gentle winds will bear
my awkward arms
and immature head above
the black innocence of this world
into the warm sunshine.
each step i take
projects new vision
and ideals that topple,
rebuilt with clarity
or troubled vision
to try again.
the waving limbs of the trees
depart behind me;
i am strong
for having loved
and loved again,
the love i'll show
endures the wind.