I love the way that the curl of your lip

Eeks upwards over your beard on one side

As though by reaching upwards it could touch Heaven

Which is ironic really, when you think about how surely footed you are in the Earth

Although you are ever climbing ever striving to reach just a little further where the air is thinner

One foot in front of the other and the breath in your lungs floating upward

As you everclimb evercry evercling to whispers from the other side of the world

Carried on an Aeolic river and making your ears blush red on their Elven tips

Pointing sky-high and curling in circular motion like your eyelashes

Every blink a prayer and then every so often a shimmer