Alchemy, voiced

a rewrite from last year. Is it too early to whisper Spring? (This! This!) and some experimental form

resplendent,      
  you speak in dazzling shoreline voice
edified,     I am
 by witnessing 

listening—     sings me back to life  
settles me gently into— 
words,      lapped 
from silken sunken thought  

danced and dressed to self express  
Spring glistens     her ooze—   
hints the shape of Hope 

winter's branched honesty—   
  dramatic.   dark.   naked.  
clear white spaces      in between 
  the shape you really are 

over and back—  
     this conversing transforms us 
into a divine dialogue 

giving              to receive
      is a never ending conversation,

voiced.        listening 
    Winter into Spring

Above are the tracks to the poetry (best played on shuffle)