Your Mothering Heart

In my restless dreams I see your face

I feel your embrace and I am made of light- safe in your arms

I sense your soft scent, notes of lavender, old book pages and the smell of humid rain

The skin on your hands soft and smooth,

Every line on your palm tells the story of you and me

You cup my cheek and I am sacred as you hold me with this much tenderness

Your angelic and melodic voice penetrating the stone-cold walls of my inner being

I am hypnotised by the flames

You are the silence, the still point in my spinning vortex

Even now, with oceans separating our days,

I find my way back to you in the dark

I am blinded, but your love is the North Star guiding the lost

Your mothering heart held me even when I fled from touch

Never requiring more than my presence

Now I carry you with the gentlest of meaning

In the way I open my arms for you

In the softness I give you

In the light you filled me with

I live in your warmth when I am cold,

Sheltered by your kindness

I have built a home in you

And I wonder if my love is ever enough for you.