“Tell me what you feel”
You press my hand to your heart
I feel your aliveness
There is nothing to fear
I stand at the precipice
Of myself
Preparing to plunge
Through the lake of mirrors
Emerging in unbroken sky
Of unfamiliar hue
This labor I undertake
With all of me
For all of you
Though some of me
Wants to skitter back down
Down the mountain
Your arm against my body
Draws these fragments close
And now I see you
The most beautiful face
That of the dearly beloved
Queen of Elves 