Swallows like thoughts gather at summer;s edge

floating oast the threshold, shredding daylight

carcessing the sky gently like a moth’s tender kiss,

journeying to the tip of sxistence,

highlighting the ebbing of purpose

in the tapestry of the waking world,

borrowing the echo

whispering across my ears.

It holds my purpose

unburdened by motive,

our hearts joined together

across the bridge

unboundless

taking on the light.