That’s what it feels like when you touch me. Like millions of tiny universes being born and then dying in the space between your finger and my skin. Sometimes I forget.
I felt you before I knew of your existence, maybe it was a hint from the universe to continue on the yellow brick road, so when I would find you along my travels I would simply just know.
I came to
pen another poem for you,
but even every unwritten poem
I’m here on this Planet for Give Love to Others, why They are Here I not Ask and Don’t Know.
Removal is non-existent, you and me we are one. one in a soul, one in a heart, your blood – my veins.
The love at Christmas should be with us throughout the coming year.
Life has no guarantees, but my life has no meaning if you’re not in it.
Love is always based on self-interest
But, even when angry, she had a voice that would put finches in their place and lull them to silence.
Be content to love, to dazzle in the light,
If only for moments…
And then be gone,
With gladness in your heart,
Before the creeping shadows
Claim too much your sadness at leaving.