To be in a state,

Of sparkles on water,

A state of ice-skate freedom,

A state of golden grains of sand,

Encircling toes spread wide,

In the whole of it,

The thick of it,

While knowing it.

As heels go from digging in,

To feeling lifted upward,

Seeing the beauty in,

The shifting constant,

The bridge spanning,

The heart and the mind,

Holding the tension between,

Falling and flying.

Fathomless depths to discover,

About the other that is I.

The loneliness expanding out,

To the crevice, the precipice,

The Soul Wolf kind,

The guides in the abyss,

Who are verified so strongly,

When searching for the missed.

And staying, still,

In a state of bliss.