Small, intense, passionate, friendly
Sibling of two angels
Lover of Ben, books, and music
Who feels tired, busy, challenged
Who needs a vacation, new sights, reading time
Who gives friendship, advice, time
Who fears loss, hurting people, heights
Who would like to see New Zealand, Japan, and my child’s face
I think sometimes that I’m the liver of a dream.
I feel wrapped in warm gold, strong, and soft.
My hands grip the softest intensity.
It’s like trying to hold water in a river.
Soft and strong, gentle and intense,
washing away and forming, all these things at the
very same time I feel and it’s like being hit with a bolt of lightning.
I feel safe and protected,
I wrap it around me like a soft fur coat.
I wish to keep it all my life long.
It’s comfort, like a cat purring on my lap.
I breathe and believe and I know I am blessed.
Can such things be real, everlasting, and true?
They must be, smelling like lilac and yellow sunshine.
It’s as fresh each time as a cool breeze.
I want to shout and scream so everyone will know.
All I know is I want to stay here, wrapped in warm, intense gold.