He’s that something to lean
on that doesn’t give away
under the weight of my fears.
He receives my light and
returns it.
He unlocks my secrets and hides
the key.
Into his ears he listens as I speak
my demons in an inexhaustible
language.
For once I’m not afraid of the wind
breaking my flowerpots.
He pulls my hands away from
my eyes and encourages me
to look at the beauty of the sky.
He takes my hand and we follow
the blue bird into the woods.
My soul lights up with every
sways of the tree branches.
I breathe in the golden air.
Knowing it will linger on
even if there is a change in
the atmosphere.
Let the wind announce rain.
Let it stick to my hair, muddy
my feet.
I’ll just slip closer to his light,
closer to his arms, back to
dreams where the world opens
endlessly for me.
Tosha Michelle
