Swept
into the chaos,
that plays upon the wounds we hold,
to disengage,
would leave the truth exposed.
Patterns,
that spiral, as we seek remorse,
this softness, that rips at our reserve,
our sense of direction,
fuelled from within,
the silence
that breaks our sleep,
awakening,
the need to create
to let go of the pain,
as we move in sync,
I am here
to hold you,
to witness your rebirth,
To dance your being into existence,
as you breathe through me.
Transformed,
each moment,
such beauty expressed,
as all the past falls away,
into this,
the magic of our creation.
