you are there

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Into my yearning hands
outstretched
you have poured the sun,
brilliant and golden
threads,
that gather in your presence
when your truth is
unveiled,
and your song emerges
with a single
teardrop

In me you will find few
words,
nothing that can seek you
with heart or graceful
art,
and each one will tell little
of who you are to me
revealed,
when you call out to me
with a crystal
breath.

I know you are there
always,
in the fullness of each moment,
the air of October nights,
every tread
in long walks and conversations,
in the quiet
darkness of the theatre,
even as I write
longingly,
You are there.