palm leaves

isn't it so, that at dawn
a young sun bursts in the leaves

of the windswept coconut trees. shreds them
to slender barbs of feathers. the tender breeze
nestles between to keep the palms in balance

amidst the blustery storm near the shore
of my sleepless sea. and isn't it so, that
the same breeze wraps around my bare
skin now as i cast my bread upon the waters
long to return home. your arms to draw me near

after the storm quiets the way i have always
imagined - the wind in my spread wings
loving you fiercely
                                                        more than ever.

a young sun rising. 
rustling in the leaves.