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.
