04.29.2023

by storm

Special Ones

The special ones

are all asleep.

Their friends; the animals

the plants and elements

watch over them. They long

to play and laugh again,

to leave the watching

to the stars, with

outstretched

hearts as ripened fruit.

That all these ancient new-borns

shall be fed, be joyous

and be waking.


–for Theodor, Ordrup 2023