Open

 You are a field

With short grass

The wind blows over you

Unencumbered

You are an ocean

With strong waves

But a stronger, still,

Underwater

You are a mountain

With high peaks

Standing against the clouds

Unmovable

You are the sky

Infinite, illuminated.

Holding sunlight

Unending.

runaway

when can i touch

the whirlwind of fire

in your hair

when can I feel

the shock of your skin

when can i hold you

wrap you up in my arms

is it enough

to hold you in my heart

can't tell where

the tracks are going

or, before we get there,

whether it all will end

but if we crash

i'd like to crash together

if you'd like, stay close

and if you'll let me, reach, and

I will hold your hand.