Words waft by in the cool night air
yesterday has somehow
become my bed mate
and in the deepest space
my heart holds truth
there is a place
full of love and treasures
vignettes never fading
far from view
but as time stands still
for no one
and this life continues
to dance
like a slow step
I've come to know
passion as a familiar foe
with comfort all its own
restlessness and desire
purpose and intent
does unfold this notion
of a new beginning
I recall you once said...til death we do part love...
© 2013 Trilby
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