Go, Slow...

Opened all doors and the light says go, lit up with that blue-green glow.
Keeping sage in the air,
swaying together, with hands in my hair.
Tracing the light with your fingers as it pours from her wounds,
Chants to pull down stars, but she keeps shushing you, "soon".
When you bring me in your waves,
and we're colliding in space.
Storms remove pieces, where only positivity stays.
That's where you'll find me.
The distance has always been closer than it appeared.
Like all things, we fade out then disappear.
Draw me in close, remove the layers and you'll see without seeing.
Soft moons and the vibrant sun,
we've been feeling without feeling.
Opened all doors and the light says go,
Past creates hesitation, then meditation whispers, "go, slow."
All is still warm with your hands in my hair.
I'll be at a half way, as long as you're meeting me there.

-S.M.