closer and closer.

when synchronicity swells and washes over.

i find it.

****

i'm sitting in seconds of pure light.

here it is... the darkest time of the year...

and i'm bathed in love and light,

and held like i was that afternoon on an island with turquoise water

and the softest smile just off shore.

****

you know that feeling when your throat closes in the rip of emotion.

overwhelming.

your breath catches in the half way mark between heart and head. right where words form.

when you have so much to say, then the words stop. your heart surges and splashes against the wall of what feels safe and what feels scary.

when you swallow that feeling, where does it go?

and when you release it? and the warmth of the crashing wave crests and falls easily down your cheek.... what then?

****

i'm standing here watching my ship come in.

so it is.