from Erika Kind
from House of Heart
Let me be the summer sun
who shines for you without expectation.
A rhythmic breeze that shapes soft
passages where you travel uncertainty.
Let a herald of archangels fill your
your heart with unworldly treasure.
I will be your blood moon,
the swell and pull of tides that
draw you near.
Ascend with me on a windscape
strung of stars far from
the world below.