Steal softly through
the winding paths
of my most
inner being.
Be gentle as
you pluck the
wild blossoms
of my spirit.
Play softly on
my heartstrings
songs of quiet
tenderness.
Explore with me
uncharted springs
that well up
from my soul.
Play in the
misty mornings
in the valleys
Of my mind.
For few there are
who come behind
the wall of my
existence.
Though many lean
upon my gate
and pass the
time of day.