My heart finds the shape

My heart finds the shape 

of water 

and sky becomes sunlight—

becomes you—

your face, revealing 

the weight of all your tears: 

a signal of love

for the life you hold dear.

Stand, darling, 

tall.

By this tree, and sing.

Of the union in your love,

and your longing

to be free.

And come, child, 

here.

Up, on my shoulders,

the sky is your Mother;

your joy—the light.

And your laughter

is my Grace.

And for your heart

is my Fight.

So steady, my hand

supported by Earth:

send a symbol of love—

signals of tears.

Upon this vast, terrible—

beautiful—World,

our hearts find the shape

of water and wind:

infinite, our love 

for each other.