How simple it is,
how fluently I become
lost
in the openness of your heart.
There is no clear answer
to my leaping existence
yet I know you liberate
the very grieving side of me.
You place inside,
so lightly, so masterfully,
the desire to swim out to you
among remarkable silver skies
unable to be forced or moved.
And I am amazed
at the flutter of your breath,
the way it molds sun water
from dry voice
- a baked desire.
Your featherlight
luminescence
is ageless,
as your resolute
fulfilment
is brought about by glorious
never-ending hopes.
I trust in you,
to guide me from my own sinking
and lift me up to soar.
