Silent Song

In your eyes,

I see an angel being born,

with wings of song,

on winds of change,

through seasons of sadness,

passing into oceans of joy.

When I hear you cry,

I know that you are being born.

That you are breaking through the lies

that held you in darkness,

saying you are not enough.

When in truth you are

so much greater than you ever dreamed.

So beautiful in body and soul.

Sacred, divine and radiant.

Your tears are precious gems

I am holding in my hand,

awakening to the wonder

of amazing grace.

As I feel your heart open,

and see the light shining through,

I can feel your wings,

beating in rhythm to our kisses,

deep and warm,

like the dawn of a new day.

Feels like home.

Tastes like love.

Reminds me always

to travel lightly,

as I dive into

the unexpected splendor

of discovering

we are not alone.