Sometimes, words aren’t enough,
And feeling floods me,
Like warm water,
Floating me inward, up, and out.
I slide into a parallel place,
A breath away from here,
And there you are,
Your body sleeping,
Your spirit free.
I curl up beside you,
Feeling your warmth, giving you mine.
This is our gentle dance, our silent blessing,
Touching softly across a continent,
A long and tender thread, always between us.
This is our silent blessing, our gentle dance.