my words

Words are wind and rain, whispers and tears

Jul 21

in the desert, still sea of sand

beloved
that state of connection
without distance
hearts in harmony
to be
and the thunder clap
of dissolution
not a sunrise
but a lightning strike
of illumination
beloved
and lost
adrift, becalmed
without compass heading
without driving wind
no help in sight
beloved
where have you gone


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