I wanted to breathe with my heart, whispering...

I hope you find your happiness
I hope to God you make your healing
If love was tangible
It would be a blanket to keep you warm on the nights so cold and soulless
It would be the way home on the night of the weakest moon
It would be my hand winding through yours like a vine

A dreamer kisses a canves, because even if there is no beauty to be seen in something, it can be made
A vessel, no less, no greater than the intentions
Just as the hands who work it are folded in prayer

I wanted to breathe with my heart
Wanted to kiss with my hands
I'm learning to love though
As only a fool can