The Gravity of You
Updated: Aug 14
You open like a night flower,
my sweet baby doll, a song the deep water sings to the shore.
When you shine, all other faces fade to dust,
blowing away the second your light hits air.
My blood pulls me to you.
It is a deep, endless gravity that locks my restless soul to your side.
Your mind is bright and sharp,
catching the dull world and turning it into raw color.
You are pure grace, a mix of wild, fun joy and sophisticated aura.
Being with you is a breathless dance.
The whole world wakes when you laugh.
I watch you hold your daughter, wrapped in pure devotion.
You weave a safe space of soft, unbroken care.
You are her fierce protector, yet I know the quiet miracle of your making.
Deep inside, the stiff walls of your solitary self unraveled.
Maternal yearnings did their tender work,
parting the hidden threads of your body,
softening your very core into a velvet hollow.
You shelter her fragile life, believing in the solid bones of love,
a steady fire lighting up the darkest nights.
Your deep, warm heart reaches out to the quietest lives.
You are a safe forest for the fragile creatures of the earth.
Even a shadow-stepping ninja cat
finds total peace in your grace,
drawn close by your gentle hands and offerings of silver salmon.
You speak the silent, instinctual language of all beating hearts.
Nothing in this wide universe compares to you.
My deepest dream, the one that burns in me awake and asleep,
is simply to build a world of pure joy for you.
To hold your bright, loving soul,
and give my whole life to making you endlessly happy.
