Space.

I’ve never wanted
anything more
than to climb
beyond this world,
to watch the painter’s brush
painting farewell
to an evening
on one side of the world
and a good morning
to the other.
I want to watch
souls stepping out,
going home,
not looking back.
I want to see
the continuous expansion
of space.
I want to feel the love
that pulls rivers
into the ocean.
And I want to hear your voice,
full of longing,
calling my name.