Walking on soft tracks
Back to the arms
Of where you began.
Eyes that look for light
In the wings, still burning.

To kiss your life
Back into warmth,
I will fold greater softness
Upon the hard edges
Of your mortality.

Look to the infinite,
There is not much to witness
Of the sun,
When eyes turn away.
I am here, when the clouds gather.

Find your laughter,
Keep your moments, close
To the areas of your solace.
Do not scream
If not for joy.