Palm Of Your Hand

I’m in the palm of your hand

I’m the sinew holding your soul

I helped build a harbor around your heart

I never left you even all these years apart

I have been your unconditional gift, and 

                       your biggest fan

Hanging on your life’s soliloquy

               the audience you command

The aperture sees the reality of the place we always meet, not just in memory, 

Not just a dream, it’s real, it’s solid as concrete.

We help each other stand, 

                   and encourage flight

Nothing we can’t face with that kind of light.