We exist in the ether.
In the feathery threads
of evening song.
We survive
in the lucky heather.
The leaves that crumple
under autumnal sun.
We drift on the breath of the wind.
The emotion of the weather.
My moonlight guide and me
For everyone, together
to feel our love eternally
alweays and forever.
We survive on the ripples
The waves that crash
Streams that trickle.
We are the tickle of grass
against soft skin,
the irises blooming,
in eyes of love we blink.
We are the desert heat under
the snowfall dusting
over everything.
My moonlight bride, guiding
my hand to worlds
even I can't fathom,
and me the words
that flow from the lips of
people whose voices
will not sing.
We exist in the now
and then. The forevermore
and back when time began,
We are rain that poured
down the teardrop span
of open windows.
we are love,
The strongest link in a chain, drawn
in a bed of ink. We are that slow lilting
fade of reality
shifting into a dream.
We are the rivers and streams,
the volcanic vents
and atmospheric protective tent
that keeps this place breathing.
We are the softest heart beating.
My moonlight guide, and me.
The words to our long-lived story.
Thanks for reading
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