I imagine you
so feelingly, treeing
my need in the very
highest branches,
breaking the bounds
of my fears.
Call to me, Love
and I will descend,
need me, and I am yours
for broken still
this swaying soul
cries for you.
The air chills me
stills my heart once more,
yet the very thought of,
my dearest, you
shatters so carefully
this shell of doubt.
And I am whole
once more.
[inspired by the talented writing of Lia at https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/101461803/posts/3217014459%5D
George Ellington 