By Gerard Traub
When this heart finds wing
in timeless flight
my labour of love to behold
from tender flame ignite.
With soul awakening
bearing fruit every seed
silence to birdsong surrender
becoming one tangible weave.
As many flowers in bloom
fathoms of fragrance sweet
rising above field and forest
across shadow to light complete.
A promise of skies blue
another season far beyond spring
sanctuary now my home
where this heart finds wing.