In casual conversation your voice utters my name
It sets a warmth to glow brightly with anticipation
Absurdity beseeches and calls out to steady me
But my heart will not listen to its declaration
This warmth spreads into and onto my notice
And so too does that notice quiver within me
Acknowledgement and realisation shadow
Nothing of what is consciously accepted today
Life and purpose itself springs forth into existence
Set to grow as stout as any season’s fruit
Tender and sweet in its infancy and goodness
Precariously balanced between your world and mine
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