Precious

I do not know

If you will ever know

How precious you are to me

I feel the softness in your words

The deep presence and wisdom

Of a soul who has borne such pain

Of a soul whose journey led

Over seas of fire

And plains of ice

And I sense your heart

Has been full of so much suffering

But when you write

I feel the love

Brimming up from deep inside

That you are finding within

After all you have endured

To me

That makes you a hero

Of a totally different kind

Precious to me

Your words and presence

Are liquid rain

Poured upon a thirsty soul

Who

Resonates so deeply with your words

When your energy is close in poetry

I feel my soul blossom

And in the presence

Of such preciousness

I bloom