I free fall in complete space. My life do I share.
Darkness is a cool warmth punctuated by light
Of a rarefied nature. I am meant to be
In consort with all goodness between she and me.
We’re not risen in loving as our souls take flight.
Unless something of me falls, there’s no love affair.
I’ve collected who I am for such a long time.
There is much to hold on to but much to let fall.
I know that in the falling, I’ll be that much more
In attune with the wants of the one I adore.
The expression is meaningful and a good call,
Being that, as I’m falling, I’ve no will to climb.
Someone else has become more important than me.
I do find it delightful and much like a spell
That is cast from a bigger source. So, with due grace
I succumb to my falling and fully embrace
Any space where my true love and I freely dwell.
Myself as just one being I no longer see.