The first time I heard it was in a dream.
Your name followed me everywhere.
In whispers on the wind,
and in the conversation of strangers.
The whole world chanted it in worship,
spoke it as a prayer.
And so I set out with a message in a bottle; hoping to find you.
The waiting nearly killed me.
Your absence grew into thorny vines
that consumed me,
wrapping around my lungs,
until I forgot how to breathe.
Then you came to me, straight from heaven
in a shower of sweet summer rain.
I turned my face skyward,
felt you caress my lips
and pool in the hollows of my bones.
When you took my hand,
I forgot where I ended
and you began.
I just hoped
the beating of my heart
would be loud enough
for the whole world to hear.
