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