unsend thoughts

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.