Border Crossings

With your brown sugar skin
and coy smile tucked behind
words wielded like caresses, 
you thawed Winter, honored
my emerging Spring flowers. 

I'll plant soft goodbyes on
clouds and tender lips alike, 
whisper prayers to the Wind. 

May the Sun guide you home,
for warmth is where the heart is. 

May the Moon shine hope on
whatever shapes your fears. 

And may the Stars continue 
to seek shelter in your eyes, 
for there is no greater gift
than to be witnessed.