When two lines collide
it’s a sacred thing.
When the curve of my map
meets the arc of your life
at just the right time,
we’re home.
In this nest
I dream awake
with your leathery. grounded paws.
Building a new branch
we are
learning from darkness
leaning towards lightness,
kindness, and hope.
Steady as a lion
with the sweetest wings
we are falcons
who mate for life.