the still places become breathing…

you turn these still places into breathing

you turn these still
places into breathing,
this. warm sun… how it wakes
a motion

you take this feeling in me
and turn it into a high road,
and an open life

you can't come here and ask me
to feel all this love, and not turn it
into the shape of you…
you make everything beautiful,
everything about you is
made of soul

and you say we'll find a way…
promise me we'll find our way

– butterflies rising