Ripples

A smile forms as the treble lands Slight jerk and the water erupts

Illusion

Which world is the illusion?

Tinkling glass As a campfire burns

I found an answer hidden on a hillside Apart from new stones telling the same story

Music tingles across the skin

Boughs of waving arms Welcome me home

Giving birth to what never fully died

Broken pieces of color break away and fall Reds and blue and a purple hue

Inspiring hope with a single hug