ascend with you
as fast as focusing,
quick as the pause (from running stories)
in which you catch your breath
and let yourself sink
into the place of listening
The rising comes before you even notice,
before you think you’ve
figured it out
Your love
doesn’t run on logic
but on the obvious necessity
of its being
which has always been the truth
about it, about you
Your love will take you up the mountain
because it owns the vista,
and its nature is to share.
©Wendy Mulhern
August 3, 2016
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