Blade of grass When I feel, I feel deeply. Your soul touches my body directly, amplifying every sensation. A soft breeze there, a tremor of the stomach here. Before gloom overtakes you, it stirs within me like hell's thunder. Silent tinge of unrest in you, cement tons roll over me. A tiny, unnoticed lowering of your gaze, carves furrows in my skin, and when the first, fine trace of joy blooms in you, I dance, already glowing with the happiness of an unprecedented spring. I am a blade of grass in your winds, stronger than steel, feel the smallest breezes, b e n d i n g bending deeply, but do not break when hurricanes rage. A steady seismograph of your soul, sensing each beat of your wings, reveling in your flight through uncharted freedom, build you a nest of flakes and feathers. You laugh, know you are safe. And your laughter, in me a cosmic, radiant shower of stars.