It's how you touch faces,
and how you fall in my hands.
It's how you roll over the window sill
and lick old stony stairs.
Lightly touching arms of a tree,
the ripples of a lake,
the roundness of a disappearing moon,
and the slopes of a snowy mountain.
I step out of your reach
and you enter my eyes.
It's a dance of me catching you and you catching me
that shakes me up and brings me back to life.
It's you, Light, always.