Sol

I have the space to breathe again, my chest rising and falling with a gentle flow — soft and safe. There is no fear in the expansiveness, finding my way back to myself, knowing that's where you will also be. I am free to be the man I choose to be, trusting the rise and fall of a chaotic symphony.
I see you in the wind as you effortlessly dance through the calamities of life. The freedom in your expression is untameable magic, not bound to the ownership of men in control. 
I have been lured by you into the otherworld of mystery. No longer living with the fear of never returning home. I am separate, yet whole, feeling your presence in the air that I breathe, the colours of the rainbow and in the clarity of my thoughts.