In the Beauty You Behold

I am, you anxious one.¬† Don't you sense me, ready to break into being at your touch? My murmurings surround you like shadowy wings. Can't you see me standing before you cloaked in stillness? Hasn't my longing ripened in you from the beginning as fruit ripens on a branch? I am the dream you are … Continue reading In the Beauty You Behold