The gentle hum under my skin

itching,

finding its way out.

It’s time.

The Universe arranges a path

that I can sense and I can see –

In every letter, glance and emotion.

The fog is clearing and I am ready

to step out of my thorn garden

and bath in the sunlight

which will not burn me

but kiss.

Those stops and wonderful,

sweet flickers of affection

are nothing compared to the tide

that’s coming;

and I am petrified

as everything I ever wanted swirls on the horizon…

You are close.