Singing tips of spoken trips;
you're back and the crickets stack
song after song connecting space.
No heart left without a place.

So good to see your face ...and
even better facing weather seeing
smiling traces, the joking races.

Not a distant memory, you're
in front of me. Go ahead to see...

I'm vulnerable, and strong in that.
Hence I withstand each habitat.

You're right! Against...