There is a movement through this world
That is akin to tides, like sunset through the clouds
Two objects drawn into a spiral dance of
Heat and light, of mystery and enchantment
And in this circling destiny of seasons I find you
And we kiss with the passion of the moon in orbit
And time stretches to the space between heartbeats
When I think of you and breathe you in as you exhale
Monday, January 11, 1999
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