Monday, January 11, 1999

Forces

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

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