I envy the moon;
how beautiful it must be
to watch over you in the night,
bringing you light,
in the dark.
I envy the shadows dancing in the forests…
drawing you into their limbs,
tucking you in close,
like only I would, if I could.
I envy the wind
that brushes against your skin…
how my fingers ache
to brush your skin;
to be the wind.
I envy the sun
as it rises in dappled reverence,
a shimmer in your eyes,
if only I could be the sun…
the warmth of me
setting fire to your soul.
Come back to these arms
waiting to embrace your scars;
they'll hold you fast
in a love that lasts
the test of a million lifetimes.