A Soar Song

You are the wind in my hair

My breath, my air.

So sweet in song

So wonderful, strong.

I look to find

A dove, a bird

Beyond my vision

Outside my words.

Faith how does it

Know the truth?

To touch what can't be;

To sense such love?

So I soar again

Abandoned, free;

Ever higher

Just you, with me.

Connected brother

Sweet as a friend

You in me

So large; no end.

Faith how does it

Know the truth?

To touch what can't be

To sense such love?

#19 of 30 poems by Christine Tracy