There is a wistful grievance
Of wanting greatness
To share with others,
Yet knowing to graciously accept
What may be given.
And a delayed comfort
Of returning to an empty seat
(two familiar breaths on the right,
an unnoticed stranger on the left)
With empty arms:
Greeted by Warm smiles
that are reaching
infinitely outward
From the corners of the lips
Of the ones you cherish.
The one immediately to your right:
She nestles your hand in hers
and offers
Her shoulder and blood-warmth;
Your endearing little sister.
The unseen rests soft fingertips
on the top Ridge of your spine.
From behind your skull: a sighing smile
As she synchs your breathing
To hers.
You are loved.
Unconditionally so.
You know to trust this familiar stranger
As you do the sister and mother.
They are all beside you.
They are here for you-
And no other.
Let the glamor of the room
Slip into its glitted darkness
And wash away.
It is just you-
Hugged. Fiercely.
In a majestic cloak of golden
Bliss
It is You we are Here for.