your eyes paint me with intention

your fingers with attention

the light is warm when you look at me

i recognize our many lives

i see the precession of creation and

its as though the moments between

death and birth linger

shading everything that comes after in amber

i feel myself remembering that the light is warm when you look at me because

you are the light and you are warm

i feel myself remembering our many lives and how we’ve lived before and were apart before and came together just to leave once more. that we grow, never the same person twice, never a day the same; yet there we are every time with eyes behind a veil of light

i find myself remembering the precession of creation, remembering the it never stopped and that what walks has always walked

from life to death and death to life: you are the form of beauty sitting in the sunlight