Sliver.

Sliver

Hanging in a glass jar tree
shines a candle light
just for you
doves of string
of string

light breaks
through the cool you
gentle rain
opens up your arms
greets your lips
your lips

speak easy
the depth is hard
to find
but you, your here
welcome back to life

cross silver
crossed silver
on the sand

crossed silver
come inside
the gypsy is
with you
words written on a palm
whatever voice
you write, draw
away away away