a love like the waves, gushing out to meet me and yet, returns home each day, leaving me, the shore, with my shells and memories.
a soul as light as a feather, yet pregnant with promise; promises of light and joy and eternal freedom.
a child, not from my womb, for then I’ll smother her with bonds; but a kindred soul, who sees me for who I am; a baby that I shall feed with love, droplets of dew mixed with chunks of the moon.
All I want is…
To be free, my way.