I long to hear you
Above all else
Sensing all the time
Our presence
Soothing me
Wearing me down
As soft as a pebble
Washed over and over in your love
Making round
My jagged edges of discomfort
Shinning with openness
Never drying out
Making room for me to sing
With the birds of the morning
And
Howell
With the wolves at night
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