Wink at me...

"Wink at me, wave your hand, call me to you—and I will always answer."

I’ll dive with you into a new adventure, not expecting castles or fairy-tale banquets. I’ll follow you blindly, in perfect silence, carried only by faith that you know where you’re leading me. I’ll follow, even if you whisper that where we’re going the sun never shines, that it rains without end, that the roses there pierce the skin with their thorns of daylight. I’ll follow, because with you all of it feels like nothing. I’ll follow even where the sun burns without mercy, where its heat exhausts every breath, where even a drop of sweat on the cheek feels like the sweetest spring of water. I do not fear the cold that stiffens the body and opens the gates to the valley of death. I do not fear pain—neither in the heart nor anywhere else. I will follow you to the edge of the world, wherever that may be. I’ll stand on the cliff, unafraid to fall. I won’t fear the plunge into the ocean’s depths. I’ll be tempted by the flight of a bird, by its dizzying descent into the bed of clouds.

I fear nothing. I’ll go wherever you go. I trust you—and I will keep trusting you. You hold my hand in yours, and your warmth flows through my veins. Like a spell cast long ago, your magic still binds me—undimmed, unbroken. And so be it. I love being bewitched, living inside this space that belongs only to you and me—a space with no words, no notes, no colors. Just us. And that alone is every word, every note, every color. We are the space itself—the ground we stand on now—where your hand grips mine, guiding me somewhere unseen. And I follow, quietly, willingly, with a bright surge rising in my soul.

You turn back, and wink at me.