the shadows of the trees at night feel less like a ghost and more like the deepness of your eyes–the darkness, not daunting,
gladly swallowing me whole:
I am enraptured, I am enveloped,
in the layers of your soul.
you, the firefly that lights in soft synchrony with my heart, you live inside me you, you light me, with the brightness of a thousand stars.
at night the shadows play, they make your shape in the hall, i feel your hands in my own—my own still much too small.
for a moment, the silence, my imagination roars,
and for a moment I am content, to know Your heart, my only home.