It is the hours darkest moments
when I turn my thoughts to you
painful though they may be
but it is a pain born of beauty
and that is what makes man
and so for you
I stand erect, joyous, and allow
that which grows and breathes to be
I among the currents of the clouds
the mountains, the forests, and groves
I stand among them all
hoping to hold you, trembling in my palm
You are tiny in my mind
Perhaps my fear, in my imagination, diminishes you
Perhaps it is to show,that yours is a power
of precision and thought
You occupy my mind entire
no matter your stature
It is in your service that this world makes sense
so I wander in nature
and search under flowers
for you