she climbed up and up
into the beautiful darkness
letting it swallow her whole,
to the edge of someplace
that her soul would not rest
until she relented to go.
As the wind carried words along
from tree top to mountain peak,
And then floating in upon a coming tide
they landed in the ear and rested in the heart
of whom the words did seek
A simple question full of longing
And soft like a cooing dove
She cupped a hand to her mouth and whispered,
“Are you still there, my love?”
-aq/lesnspired
