Dear poet,

if I could love you,

I'd dive into the depths of your soul,

unravel the quiet ache

that lingers behind your words,

and trace the blue beneath your eyes.

I'd understand your longing for birds,

the way their song pulls you

into something ancient,

something that flies beyond the cage

of what you can touch.

We'd wander through desert sands,

where nothing grows but still,

life blooms.

We'd stand on unfamiliar shores,

letting the waves bring secrets

from lands we've never known.

We'd lose ourselves in the cool depths of lakes,

letting water silence the world

until all that's left

is the pulse of our own hearts,

the slow rhythm of being alive.

I'd see you talking to God

in the spaces where words don't reach,

feel your faith rise and fall

like breath,

and in that quiet place

you'd become whole.