My heart beats differently to know that you suffer,

yet light returns to it knowing there is salvation.

Perhaps the mighty Universe,

with all its ears,

all its eyes,

all of its wondrous

way to surprise,

has everything in store,

through words,

that save you,

until which time

you can again

save me

with yours.

Forever lost in your


happy if I am

but only

a bookmark

in all that you are.