These pages

of white

are the

places

I know

you best.


where

I feel

you here

all around

me,


not a

shadow

but a

window

that you

see into

my heart.


you consume

my spirit

but it

is never

exhausted.


you are

a flame

within me

that warms

my soul,


and bends

me over

your sky,


to reach

but never

touch

the ground.


you are

light

to the

corners

of my

life that

need to

be seen,


to be

expressed

in these

words

that only

you can


bring from

me.


and why

that is

so is

not important,


just as

it is not

our right

to ask

of a

star falling

from the

sky if

it is only

for my

taking.


I will

only take

whatever

moments

you can

give me.


whatever

prayers

you might

have.


and ask

nothing

in return.


like the

rain

to a

field.


I just

grow


to you.