tender

i hear a whisper
of hope,
soaring through the skewered
tunes of a sky
slowing to sleep.

my heart stops
every once in a while
when i think of you
and fear a million things
that could falter;
fade like the blue of the sky
when storms approach.

the rain pours.
i drown.

yet you find in me
a precious world
i have not learned to see
and you remind me i am
the light that fills
your night
as you are the dreams
that fill my sleep.

you show me
with every melody in the air,
tender and serene,
that i am,
despite the flaws that ache me,
whole and
all beautiful.

when my hands will find their way
home to yours
we will be
complete
and colossal.