to you

in my longings
you have a home
your presence i cannot defy
and yet...solitary am i

and winters have their way
and i wonder where you must be
building travelogues
as you spin through the universe
my dervish

in my memories
you are a tome
your essence is like camphor
your form...i cannot decipher

allow yourself sometime
to be carried away like a whiff
and whirl into my body
together we'll spin through the universe
us dervishes

in my breathing
you are rhythm
your grace fills me wholly
and yet...i remain empty

moments bear moments
like fledgling birds they break free
lose your way
blend into infinite sky
and release me from my self




devotica
january 08