It is in night
that window
displays reflection,
yours; no competition
with whatever finds
place on a blank wall.
You raise my perception
and keenly I watch your
breath immerse with
plight of rays to seperate
itself from dust.
I travel the road-map
of your glory,
it surfaces as does
creatures that seek
connection with
an outer world;
in this case
love,
I give whole-heartedly;
heaven's gift
to me
for my faith.







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