come, listen to my words
these soft-footed quivering things
wandering palpating against
your eyes your lips touching
you in the lambent lunar light

this is quiet beauty
the thrum of wings
like tiny heartbeats
a thousand quickened moments
as my thoughts of you take flight

each one a mystery
ephemeral flickering shadows
lured, I can never escape
feel gently this amazing journey
the beacon path flooded by your glow

I have already flown
will move beyond this stage
to spin each strand of knowing
your thoughts that wrap me
embraced in comforting silk

I pull myself within
adhere to your strength
content to be grounded
we form this cocoon together
and create something new

Colleen Anderson
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