request

dear spirit of mine, flowing over mossy stones

watering golden roots, seeking a way back to the ocean

please fill my fingers so i might offer a hand in love.

and fill my eyes that they might well in the face of beauty.

and drown my lungs that the only words to escape my lips,

are the those to satisfy the thirsty.

dear spirit of mine, let the room be flooded,

leaving you and me and everything that might be,

yearning for the light

so that we might grow lush and green and fruiting.