Wishing To Tell

Wish I could tell you
about the ancient starlight
that pours into your body
through this breath.
Wish I could reveal
the power of your heartbeat,
how it turns the world.
I want to share the withered
Gospel of an alder leaf
but its whisper is too quiet.
The chime of raindrops after midnight
threading your dreams.
What wind and sky, the moon
in her gown of falling snow,
and what the white fox, binding
her arrow wound in fur,
would say if they could...
Who you strive to become
is not nearly so lovely
as who you are.
Abandon your vows.
Follow wonder.