Tuesday, April 17, 2007

Falling Upward

With you beneath me

I grow roots that sprout

and sprawl

and carry

cautious, delicious joy

upward

to my heart's heavenly gates.

And your gazing enters

and wanders through me

with the purity of eyes

seeking fire

or wisdom

or proof.

I will let you in

and realize

my name.

I will blaze

the bright dance

inside.

It was only until you came

that I longed for

things that were not here.

Now I'm falling upwards

moment by moment.