trickle

pour yourself
in me
till I am brimming
with you

flood in
a little more
till I overflow
with what a lifetime
can’t contain

as you slowly
trickle down my being
keep flowing in
till all I can feel
is you

when less
has been spoken
more has been heard,
take two steps closer
and revive me
with your touch

without a sound
awaken me
with your whisper
and remind me
what I have forgotten
remind me of you

with a paint brush then
consume me
in your painting
till I am one
with your colours
guiding me
with brushstrokes
take me home

pour
your
soul
into mine

overwhelm me

come to me
not as a wild thought
a forgotten image
or a transient feeling

not as the wave
that returns
after kissing the shore

not as light
that trickles
through the leaves
on a sunny day
unsure of its presence
or absence

but as the coolness of sand
under the shade of the sun
as the white of pearls
or the green of leaves
as the lasting depth
of ocean bottom

stay with me
like inherent nature of things
constant yet fascinating
unwavering
enduring
real

∙ tenderheartmusings ∙