The Write of Life

7 days a week. 7 words. "He is the sun of my sky."

7 times, I read it, "the sun and the sky," wishing

candle light in the dark, moon rising over 7 seas.

Another someone's metaphor finding the write of

life. 7 dreams. I write it down, "He is the sun of

my sky."

He is the ocean of my soul. I sail 7 nights, a

sleeper in the waves, finding the high tide.

"You are the heart of a butterfly." He says. 7

more words are his. Seven universes I've flown to.

He is the beauty in the wings of our eagle song.

He is my write of life, filling the ink, moving

the pen over the words.

Every word dances. My thoughts are acrobatic.

Every message has a paper kite made of the reason.

I fly, to the arch of the rainbow in the rain. Soaring

through the moving clouds to the morning sun. He

fly's with me. We are One.