pull me,
i am on a string.
i float and follow
your whim.
trust allows
lightness,
free from friction
and physical restraint.
you are effortless;
the lovely breeze
i ride upon-
in and out
of obstacle
and distracting
words that hope to
steal bliss
and build contrite
failure.
i know trust-
it is soft down under a wing!
it lifts me from shallow waters
into deep pools
of wonderful renewal.
I am one
who sees your eyes
as beacons of light
protecting from
crags long eroded
by relentless sea.
my soul eroded
once...
heart rests assured now
in perfect harmony
with you
who knows
and sets balance into
my life.
-and I look inward
to call your name
so outwardly I
am fading away
no more.
-and i see your face
in a reflection
growing
more clear
in these days
of love,
of trust-
pull me,
on crimson thread

 

Published by Rick Stassi