Let me be your witness.
Shower you with attention
That knows no antidote, no want
For itself. Its reach
across space, telephone signal
Skin to distant skin. No want
For itself. Its reach
through your closed lids
as you bear yourself through
Caressing your own dreams and worries.
Let me be your witness.
Hold a clear space with attention
That knows no grasping, no want
For itself. Its reach
A breeze to remind you, north to south
Mind to distant mind,
That everything good is nearer
than we ever believe.