You

You come from that place, deep within my soul, beyond the walls I put up. Beyond my imagination, a certainty more visceral than reality, more tangible than dream.

From a time before I knew better, when all was clean and new, and nothing else much mattered. A time when innocence wasn't extraordinary, and fantasy saw so much of our hearts, our hopes and dreams, and made them real.

I see you in the clean morning light, in the spores that fly off dandelions, in the dappled breeze of a summers afternoon. You are the breath that lingers in the still forest, the whisper in the middle of the night, assuring me that all is well.

Waxing poetical, my heart leaps as each syllable draws me closer to you. The key change of a song calls me out to you, inhaling me into your presence, until nothing else remains, nothing else matters. You fill so much of me, yet there is so much of you which I could never even comprehend.

You are larger than me. Larger than the universe. You hold my heart, the earth, the stars in your hands. My soul lingers in your eyes, and you weep at the things that crush us.

From the depths of my soul you dwell, lingering until I call you upwards, where as I permit you, you fill me. You make me whole. When all brokenness is gone, you remain.

Your words exist like fire and you, you inflame my soul, calling me above this place, calling me to you. And as we walk through dark and dreary, through storm and flame, know that I am yours, still. With you there is no smoke, no ashes to sweep away.
And from you I live. From you I find all I ever needed. All I ever need.

You.



[Image: Marching the Skies]