Life is fragile,
it runs through my fingers as sand, as air.
I cannot hold any still although my fears demand it.
Sometimes I will chase my tail with endless worthless pursuits.
Other times I fill myself up with things that destroy me just to feel full.
You alone are good, you alone are solid.
I watch your eyes all knowing feeling as if I were a child.
I cry at your feet, your beautiful feet.
You still my restless mind.
Your springs of water fill me.
I am lifted up held in your palm.
– libby fraser