Water thickens to blood.  The clarity of the liquid disappears and gains the color of red.

Your presence suffocates self-doubt.

It strengthens -delivers fresh reassurance of possibilities I’ve untouched. 

Your big brown eyes tell me that you believe in me and all will be alright.

Loves lacy ribbons surface from nothing and constrict to our extremities……

binding us together.

Family ties (created).

You mother the world, giving pieces of your continuously

growing heart and expect nothing in return.

                                    Divine and gracious traits don’t go unnoticed.

My expectations are exceeded and yet you’re unaware.

You see who I really am, 

            and leave me untouched.

Your attempts to change the me–have never existed.  Separating you from the rest.

Bliss becomes me as thoughts appear of our time shared together:

   Past, Present, and Future.  I appreciate them all.

I lose my physical form and my molecules scatter the galaxy

And the joy and safety you caused me to experience and see causes me to bounce off nebulas as my limitless happiness cannot be contained.

            I share with others what you did with me.

My nerves dissipate, my guards to world ease as knowledge of your

friendship permeates my head. Feelings of protection surround me,

            Even when you’re not here.

In times of crisis, my war, you gathered my pieces; broken and shattered on the floor.

Soft your feminine touch,

   erased my sorrows as they escaped from the frames of the soul.

Embarked on a journey- comforting words warmed my ears.

“You’ll be ok, hold on.”  “I love you!”

Putting me back together.

You forced back into my hand my white flag of surrender.

Concealing from others what I’d exposed. 

You tucked it back into the pocket of my blue jeans.

A disguised retreat from a misinterpreted invitation. “Come with me”, were your words.

I blindly weakened followed your lead.

Over purple mountains, blue and green waterfalls and sun filled canyons-

  the beauties of the Earth.

To a dirt road few traveled…and even fewer have taken others.        

To the Holy Ground…to be safe…to heal.

            In prayer-recovery began.

            I prayed for you.

Gracious was your humble acknowledgment as you refused

to solve my difficulties, Angelic your actions as you took me

to whom could.

Your understanding waters

                                    erode the years of layered rock around my heart.

Landing on my deserted desolate island in the cavity of my chest

            we walk the beaches of my heart and watch

                         the now glorious colors of what was once a sorrowful sun set disappear.

You’ve gained my love, became my sister.

When you asked me to follow you, you were really asking me to follow you to me.

Sister.