You hold the fruit of my pathways
during storms that could chill the shores
of the blackest hearts.  
Forming bracelets that encircle my soul
until I am down on my knees
knowing wherever you go I will follow
because I am your other part.

You hold in store a truth that sweeps across me
with a brilliance speaking slowly and softly
like the stars affection for the moon.  
My heart beats in solid measure with your own,
same as starlight removes
a shadows downcast of gloom.

You spill into my sleep and kiss me with understanding
behind the blossoming beauty calling from years
of not being held,
breathing life into that which never beat with love.
Until what mattered most
found it adored the kiss finally felt.

My days ripple with the finest occupation of creation,
pressing against my tongue
as a breeze of the sweetest wine.  
I hold your words on the air of eternity
and pray they always tell me
you will hold me
whenever I am looking for
all I need to find.