Season of the Divine

A memory of heaven
in my soul 
is begging to be one
with you. 

I need you like mist
to veil the sun.
Fresh air and a salve 
for the deep ache.

To be held ever close, 
as if I am your own heart. 
To be floating in the center 
of the soft light.

Inescapable love all around,
reaching forth 
from within you to gleam, 
for even creatures 
in the underworld to see, 
and hope.

I need to be held by the light, 
even if I can never touch 
the sun 
without burning away. 

Let me live there, 
in the ancient serene, 
in the natural rising 
and falling 
of the Divine breath. 

Where there is no death, 
only changing degrees 
of radiance 
for sensitive eyes, 

and for those who must 
pass through the night 
to find you.

© 2026, S. Naify