Whatever my direction, I’m always turning back to you.
You grow darker, and my light twinkles
The more you need, the more I want
I found my life between your stepping stones
Each pickle you send me into, the tastier is my sandwich
My heart widens as you do, in my vision
I gather motes, for the curves, of the hulls of the seeds we’ll make
I’m keeping them dry as the spring tides rise with your moon
The lands on the planet are singing to us, longing
Waiting for the water cycles to start, for
This poetry:
For this bliss of life, expanding