Your breath becomes a drifting river
running quiet through my chest;
each current washes hidden corners
that the world has left unrest
Your laughter folds into my longing
gentle like a woven breeze;
I feel the pulse of distant summer
echo softly through the trees
Your presence writes a calmer future
melting years of hardened stone;
you teach my weary hands acceptance
teach the lost they’re not alone
Hold this river as it deepens
cleansing fears that once confined;
love becomes the flowing water
shaping cliffs we leave behind