Come to me in the breeze that blows on Sunday evenings out the back
In the sun that breaks through dawn and warms my face through all time’s creases and cracks
In the caress of a stranger whose body moved that inch too close to dare
In the birds that sing the lightest tone of understanding melodies
In the fine blades of grass and the rough bark of trees
In every song we’d ever scream, from AM to PM duets of stars and beams of light, we’d laugh with joy and weaken at the knees
In the spaces between light and dark
In the birth of each life which enters this world and fights its way through adversities
In the smiles that grace babies, children, adults and the elderly
In the flight of planes as they take off to adventures and arrive home to welcoming embraces
In the midst of a crowd leaning forward eager to absorb
In the blanket curled into when I cannot face the world
In the warmth of the tea that fills my body
In every set of soulful eyes I see
Want to know a secret?
You never really left, my love.
(Artwork: Tomasz Alen Kopera)