Walk On

 

What do you say when you have run out of words
How do you reconcile ‘one’ that has become two
Do you take the time to look back and analyze
Or must you accept that your we is now just a you.

Love Opens our Eyes

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Love is not blind, how can that be?

When it opens your eyes and gifts you

The boon of seeing the extraordinary in the mundane

The ripple in the puddle is the echo of a heartbeat

The bone-dry orangy-red leaves cartwheeling in the fall air is a sweet kiss

The fluffy white clouds wondering in their lethargic grace