Not without You
Not without You
Dreams awaken as gentle winds drift. The pulse of my heart begin to lift.
Swept into a hush that whispers through the air I feel gentle hands caress me with tender care.
Across my curled shoulders and pulled towards embrace the sun reaches towards my searching face.
Held like a child lost from the night I am gathered, nestled, with all put to right.
Such sacred guardian dwells close to me. I forget to see that I am never just a singular me.
No dance is alone, no step without You. It is all divine mystery, wrapped for our view.
©2011 Linda Willows
