I pray the clouds never dim your smile and you can always dance in the rain,

I pray that in every desert you find an oasis and in the next life you remember my name,

Pray your vision is always tethered to God’s light,

I pray your waters reach the gardens that we tend to in my dreams,

I pray your kisses last forever and you stay true to what you believe.

 

Call me a baker baby,

I’m keen to the way you rise

& admire the way you allow yourself to fall into me,

I’m convinced your love calmed the waters under Noah’s Ark — gave life a new chance to start,

With no contingencies,

What you give, is sun-kissed.

Only truth drips from your fingers

and blessed is the One that feels them tucked under their chin.

Blessed is the one who wakes to see you again.

Blessed is the one who closes the eyes to see you again,

because some things feel more clear than they appear.

Those same things are best felt in silence,

While melting in your eyes.

Praying,

Wishing,

to be blessed to see you again.