Renown

Like the weight of gravity holding me down
Feeling the pressures of existence
Wanting to fly free, there’s no sky over me
Sending messages into subspace
Receiving smiles as a frown
Crawling over grace
Close my eyes, see his face
Hear his voice, lessen the distance
Secrets made to ease the resistance
His eyes were made to love in an instance
His hands were paved to offer assistance
He wears patience as a crown
A vector of hospitality
He washed over me completely
His words nests in my heart so sweetly
His voice fills me deeply
I want to wear his touch as my gown
Mostly, I want to see him around
He makes my spirit renown

© Delia Ross. 2019