my same heart is yours,
in the warm expanse,
that through vertigo fields,
in fallen dance,
plummets from summits
and cloud crowned peaks
to bleak wet comforts.

my same heart is yours,
in the craters of our failed landings,
that wet-winged cocoons
in the curl of a leaf,
who hollowed is held
in the soothing fantasy of the shell,
and the never-end of night.

my same heart is yours,
in the warm expanse,
in the winged expanse,
that lifts in the wind.
your same heart is mine,
on the wings of the wind,
that lift with the mind,
in the rise of the tide of our joy.