When I first caught sight of you, hovering there, behind the canopy, my mind tore into itself trying to escape its fear.
You, who knows the strength of certainty, the dignity in resolve.
Who manifests the might of what I dare not seek.
You stood quiet and waited for my childish protests to dissipate.
Fierce face in the forest, constant companion waiting to be embraced.
On the edge of being we meet.
A touch like ancient wind in a temple, like satiny petals from next year's spring.
A touch that comes from another place, bringing intoxication to the rest of my days.
