How
can I describe
you
when you are
fire,
wind,
and a rushing,
mighty rain?

You touch me;
stars burn down.
Time has
broken apart.

The turning
of the waves
echos
a deep feeling…
We are
arriving.

Don’t speak to me
of sleep.
I only know
your face.

All the valleys
are wrapped
in the arms
of night.
No one knows
the beginning
or ending
of a feeling
like this.

I’ve abandoned
everything
for the joy of
your laugh.

Fall.

Fall…
For only those
brave enough
to fall
are given wings.