waiting, first strangers, then angels;
cloaked in light and wreathed in fragile visions and in silence.
wing tips sometimes brushing in daydreams,
expanding to meet across a vast and depthless gulf.
curling around him, how i wish i could;
this maddening ache, this longing for the moment, the moment my world is eclipsed by his.
the acrid taste of strange dust on my lips;
the brilliant kiss of the sun upon my face; the entrancing new mythologies of stranger constellations slowly wheeling.
above all the wish for him; the need to hear his healing laughter;
to hold his hand in mine, to find my place beside him,
beneath an effervescent sky.