When each one is The One
How do we distinguish between the Season and the Lifetime?
Between the hearts given and carried and grown
And the shared and cherished pieces of a soul?
And does it even matter --
a Season or a Lifetime --
When touching you is loving you
And every sigh is falling...
When each kiss is its own little heaven
And each breath a space in eternity...

06/25/2015

Author's Note: After many dormant years, my muse finally woke up. Her voice is hoarse, her dance clumsy, but at least she is speaking to me again.

Posted on 06/25/2015
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