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

Fragrant steam rises Palms cradle a porcelain bowl

Music tingles across the skin

Boughs of waving arms Welcome me home

Giving birth to what never fully died

Inspiring hope with a single hug