Empty this into my heart –

The sky, the infinite surface,

Let me feel when I look within

That I am looking out as well.

Empty this into my heart –

The wash and whorl of the sea

Let me feel the tide’s pull and push

To moon light and shadow.

Empty this into my heart –

The light of distant stars

That I might hold close the wisp

Of time that I can say is only mine.

Empty this into my heart –

The whisper of wind on worn stone

That I can listen, and return it in a voice

Fulfilled, never emptying.

Warwick McFadyen