I lift the simple--
a flute
the measured air sails through
or drum of skin that vibrates
beneath my sun dipped hand.

I sing the romance
of a vibrant heart.

Hear far off cries
and your living realms
my aspirational pulsations.

People
in the pathos of pretenses
let intimacy's simplicity wound you.
Be again the uncivilized
vulnerability of reception
graced and humbled
as moral piety.

Let the sense of wonder find you
this circle move you
from your grand designs.

In darkness awaken suddenly,
in a clinging gown.
In moonlight between shadows
of defenseless sleep
feel the invisible hand that
strokes in tomorrow's colors
your destiny and hand prints
of transcending choices.

Apple is but apple
grown out from seed to
seed environs.

Eat this life
in musical accord.

~SAS