Sunday, June 14, 2009


It seems my love has proven me wrong about my claimed inability to write something positive. She moves me in mysterious ways indeed.

in field of riot embraced by the wind
on shore of gold blinded by the sun
we'll be there
in a cottage wrapped in snow new fallen
on a mountain knowing all that is ancient
we'll be there
in hearts forever joined by hope
with eyes that gleam with joy immeasurable
already there

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