From thousands of miles
your kisses land
on my exposed skin;
butterflies, in their freedom,
Three in the morning, lightning
thundered along the coastline.
And now, with bright sky,
rain falling in a wall
feet away from none at all,
a rainbow.
Birds speak most in spring,
and the dreams,
they gallop inward.
I bow to thee, the jagged places only
more to learn;
to soften, release, strengthen and trust…
It is your path I walk,
in you I am.