Here is my love

Here is my love

that doesn’t cling

that doesn’t slide around its objects

to the dark side

that doesn’t grasp

that doesn’t weigh them down

or take up residence within their forms

as jealousy, possession

Here is my love 

that must stay love

— all light —

illuming and infusing everything

and never changing —

Light as these wing tips

poised on the edge of that taut span

that masters flight,

poised to guide my actions

in the nuance

of the sweet embrace

of all that shimmers

and all that waits to shine.

©Wendy Mulhern

September 11, 2014