Walking


Walking

I hold your hand

there is softness in
the grey sky
the brown field 
through which we walk
there is only this moment
now this one
now this

the light of your spirit 
draws me in
wide-eyed 
I see a universe 
in you

I stand at the edge
and then 
there is no edge
no beginning
no journey's end

inside your spirit
I see 
Everything

the forest in which 
your thoughts are born
the meadow
where the wildflowers of your imagination grow
stretching for starlight
the magic 
of which they are made.

we walk inside
the warmth
the waves
the words you once spoke
when you said 
you loved me