to see your face
and bathe in your words
Silhouettes no longer ghosts stripped of their breath and time
the Lake ripples, running away from our bare feet
the sun hugging our skin
to see your face
and bathe in your energy
your presence
hope no longer invisible and stripped of its light
the darkness remains only as a reminder
happiest hangs upon our shoulders
removing the weight from within
to see your face
and bathe in your laughter
your eyes half shut from the joy that rages like a river
the stories that only we know
the smiles that radiate without sorrow mocking its vulnerability
to see your face
and bathe in your anger
the anger that is necessary upon your arrival and upon your departure
the anger that represents life
for if you are angry your heart must still be beating
the anger that is necessary for your chosen path
the anger that we nurture
the anger that we then must let go
