It is a tender leaning backwards
into white
into noble understanding
receiving, embracing
It is a falling into safe sky
through the beauty
of unclouded gaze
A coming home then:
this terrifying release
(though exhilarating)
of completely letting go
of implicitly trusting
her wings and their strength
I turn to her as a mother
as a lover
as a beacon
clear but yet so distant
that only love
can reach and touch her
And so I curl, and furl
and rest in the gauze of
all she knows
knowing that
in that bodiless expanse
I will at last find comfort
