You burst through these ramparts of knowing,
thorns embedded in your fevered fingertips
from gathering the garden.
Your voice, a profound echo in the wilderness,
called out my name with longing apparent
in your shimmering eyes, unwept tears welling there
to quench your thirst for sorrow's strength.
We belong in this dream together,
you declared - knees unbowed, hands trembling.
I fell slowly into your wild words
as if floating through time and space,
unsure where to land -
or whether to touch earth at all.
You whispered gentle leaves
into my heart - you said,
there will be no more weeping,
save for joy.
There are promises to keep
upon this winsome journey.
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