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Yes, I will

 

Wait for the warmth of your breath

As you whisper in my ear

Calling my name.

 

Yes, I’m ready

 

To sip wine from your harvest

Tasting the soil and human toil

As you kiss my lips

 

Yes, I’m coming

 

With the river’s great rush

Feeling it’s caress on my skin

As I take all of you in

 

Yes, I promise

 

That I’ll watch the blush with you

Of sunrise and sunsets

As your fire fuels my flame

 

Yes, I must

 

Breathe the crisp fresh fragrance

Of your mountains and forests

As I lie down with you

 

Yes, I know

 

All your cracks and fault lines

Still I see the beauty in you

Yes, I love you all the same

 

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we stare into the interminable distance

wishing we could divine its existence

what waits for us on the other side–

is it a land filled with unequivocal promise

or will we remain in Nostalgia’s guileless grasp,

longing for  diamond memories of the past?

 

will we ever see the rise of the golden sun,

will he who stands beside us still be the one?

the wind is a temptress with liquid eyes

when she breezes or dampens our dreams

the light you once knew– may now play its trick.

 

in this age without prophets, how shall we know

save to feel the warmth of our heart’s afterglow?

look for signs in the eyes of another’s to show

before we reach to the sky, let’s ask ourselves why–

what is that purpose that will drive our reason?

let this be the guide to hold true  in the season.

 

but in  this minute, this hour, this moment–

treasure it unconditionally, let’s try not to lose it!

 

 It still stands waiting for us…