You now live inside the wake Of what you thought would never break I can hear the low hiss of your chasm as it heals. Soft yet stoic, brick and mortar Polarized in magma order Pressure leaves its fuming as your chasm slowly seals. I dive; limber, deft spelunker Find your cavern fit to hunker Down for winter hibernation, patient while you're prepped to feel. Warm to touch for gentle kneading Sculpted into season's greeting Meet me here with stone-crest feeling Love pour streaming deep appeal.
Words and images from an Eastern NC artist/researcher