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.