Wind moves slow through the cedar lines
Branches hum in their ancient signs
Paths unfold in the steps you make
Forming the shape your existence takes
Silence bends where your truth begins
Pain unwinds from its rusted pins
Time grows soft in your quiet wake
Turning the fragile into opaque
Dreams press close like a trembling wing
Every loss learns how to sing
Life grows rich in the risks you stake—
Beauty resides in the shape you make
Moon pulls tide in a gentle ache
Waves rise strong in the undertow’s quake
World leans near in a soft handshake—
Destiny shifts in the shape you take