My arms have grown feathered-wings
Awaiting you to come to me as you are
Inside my arms you are free to rest
Filling your lungs with clean air
Fall in love with the knowledge that in
This world even your pain is essential
Let your sorrow dig into my heart’s flesh
painting it with every shattered you.
It’s ok to be attached
to fear even
Only when these emotions are touched,
The world you’ll find in a colorful spread of spectrum
Then the moon will stop growing and living inside your eyes as you become the sun.
And your heart is the most incredible star.
Because you are more than a spirit with a mind and a body through which sorrow can truly adore.