Like the Light in My Hands

I want to hold you like the light in my hands
Like lungs hold the pace of breathing
And a heart, the space of beating
I want to take you into my arms
The way the grasses take in the winds
That have traveled, oh, so far from the sea
And what a journey
Laden with salt from seaweed
And wishes from lonely hearts
I will watch over you like the sky.
A. Ault

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Come, and Tell Me Mysteries

Come, and tell me mysteries
while the night still makes them so
Wrap me warmly in weaving words
Where hidden things are real
Sing to me sweetly before morning
and I will hold you longer, still
Make my dream a memory
and I will be with you when I wake.