Into the Night of Falling Stars

I hear your voice in my bones at the blushing of dusk.
It is here I slip under the surface of these cool waters
and into the night of falling stars,
circling and gathering above and below me,
like the essential light of the single candle of kindness
you always offer.

The darkness is nothing in this liquid forgiveness,
where everything is possible,
and where I shine as my purest self.

If you arrive in this falling universe
and find the courage to plunge into this ocean—
wash out with the tide
into the place where sky and earth meet
like old souls on the horizon
of the bodies we left behind—

you will find yourself
swimming into my skin
and to the sugared center of abandon
sprinkled in the heavens
and on the flowing fields of lilies
that smooth the waves
heat wished to capsize
and drown all hope of freedom.

Follow your breath in this patient current
and the healing springs will carry you
into the calmest waters of absolute blue.
Call out like a bird
and I will answer
from the marrow of love.