Loss, the tense and pressure-filled energy thereof,
Needs release, loss lives within the body,
Since birth, maybe even earlier, it has always existed
Alongside creation, it will persist, in a dancing
Embrace with love, but it needs to move, it
Needs to speak, maybe burst, set itself afire
And rest again to recover in a rejuvenated way
That finds life once more, healing forevermore,
Growth comes with nurture, beauty is a city
You erect yourself, with your heart, with your mind,
I shed light on the wound, I dance for the wound,
I cleanse it with each of my fingertips and say
Your name until the sunshine consoles the pain.
I integrate you every single day.
I see the tree moving in the reflection of the glass
That holds your face, you within a frame,
And the leaves waltz and caress you,
The sun warms you up and reflects your light
Back to me, you haven’t grown older
For two months now, through me you
Will do it, through us, because we carry you
Wherever we go, you are everywhere within my body
When I hold myself, I hold you too.