Singing the Voice of Our Long Love
You and I have been together since the sun first glinted in the shallows beneath your wading skirt and laughing children, around campfires, torturous loves,
May 27, 2010
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You and I have been together since the sun first glinted in the shallows beneath your wading skirt and laughing children, around campfires, torturous loves,
Quieting the tempest of thought inner seas begin to calm the weight of expectation sinking waves of animosity laying down until surface mirrors the open
Despite the storm and rough unanswerable seas with night sky like smoke and vapor we take our bearings from the pulse of tide perceiving signals
Amidst the change and no change the waves of geology, finance, politics and war one small stone sits alone in my inner temple a solitary
I have this thing in common with birds we like to find a perch and watch the rising sun to feel the warmth and greet
Thick clouds and cold air confuse the expectation as if we’re turning retrograde toward winter; talk in a coffee shop about weird weather, looking to
The Earth may be tired of giving birth to countless leaves and birds from the fountain where we drink the daylight of our one precious