Return.

I hear the night wind

Something carried within the wind

A voice comes within it

A voice like my own

But loved

And telling me I am loved -

My thoughts are in pieces

They are pieces, complete, full, smiling

They are in uncharted places 

They are in the most familiar home

A poet of incoherence

A poet - I am here;

I do not need to touch

I do not need to feel

It is real