What joy:
To hold
The world
In your arms -
Alive and warm
And soft
And breathing
Chest rising
And falling
Yet rising again
Always rising,
Like the golden
Dawn, consistent,
Always bright.
Always beautiful.
Somehow,
In my arms
Against the odds
I'm holding light.
Oct 26, 2020
Oct 26, 2020 at 11:51 PM UTC
What joy:
To hold
The world
In your arms -
Alive and warm
And soft
And breathing
Chest rising
And falling
Yet rising again
Always rising,
Like the golden
Dawn, consistent,
Always bright.
Always beautiful.
Somehow,
In my arms
Against the odds
I'm holding light.