Graceful

an inspiration when i want to be myself,
and can see no way around myself to get there,
a rope to hang on to, with words and laughter
when i think there is nothing to hold onto and no
sound in the world that can save me
a whimsical light fluttering around in my darkness when darkness is all i can feel and light is just a whispered rumor
Colorful blue and red and wisps of yellow
vibrant and alive, exuding a passion for life and a longing
for it, tempered by grief and strength,
compassion lives in you with long nestled comfort,
and you pass little handfuls along with those you meet
and those you love, leaving less for self and soul,
nurtured by nature, you in kind, nurture those
whose hurt touches you and whose rage meets
and helps stoke the fires within your own, and takes you
through another day, another year, another lifetime
where by day you take a breath, and then another
playing by the rules of cooking cleaning sighing out,
all the things broken, and ruled by charged and changing emotion by night, in dreams running with the wolves, howling at
the lady moon and her bright and light woven secrets,
holding the dark swaddled like a child, tenderly, and
fiercely protective of the secrets he holds
Like him, you hold the secrets of so many, the broken and
scarred, you breathe them out into tree bark and bird song,
work them into the hungry soil, set them spinning into the nighttime sky with a eulogy for what was lost, and now can be healed,
you want to save them all, all those who wander and truly are lost take each hand, each sorrow, every last broken piece and return them to the rightful owner, with a kindness that breaks my heart,
Left wanting more, more life, more love, touch, freedom, solitude
and adventure, and in the end of the day peace. comfort. home.
in my dreams you are impossible to define, in a moment, in a shift
of perspective you are howling wind and balled fists, gentle winds through softly scented green grasses, butterfly wings, arms enfolding, branches on the windowpane, and the cry of a child,
with ink and blood you put down the past, lay the night to rest and without knowing how much it means,
you touch the world