The tidings of timed
happiness
journey through magenta skies
and magnificent
wilderness.

So raw this embrace, home,
place, finds your embrace
where I am only you...
My true North is no
direction unspoken
untraveled

The sacred weaves a blanket
to loom chance upon it
with your hands so open
they only know the need
of me

Your moves so raw
yet you know which ones
descend upon; my hope
is realized
and you shall see the
future it has created

Today has no end
no beginning
only Now
the need in itself
exists, our love
has always been

It knows no other way.

07/08/2009

Posted on 01/11/2010
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