Cleo’s Letters on Twilight Letters / Dear Child,

A title wave of acoustic light

sings out with my conscious breath

like efflorescent gamma-rays

strength from my solar plex.

I walk the beach

barefoot and free

heartbeats vibing in my breast

Eastern wind blowing through my hair

a static electric dance.

I hum a tune sung with the gulls

and my water washed toes

lift on up

above printed sand

levitated by His hold.

Love,

Cleo

Dear Child is part of #CleosLetters collection shared on TwilightLetters.com