floating

I had closed me
and floating – slept adrift
between oceans' haze -when
you stumbled upon
my spirit - and within
your words,

unfolded it
spoke with a voice
that whispered
inside me
in rhythms caressing
the tides

till I conceived of
home and
drifting, rested.

in your safe arms
eyes slowly gazing
on a distant
blue moon, reaching
your voice, understanding
your stories
and now, brushing
land