The weather where
you are
Is not the weather where
I am
For you are far away
and I am not
I am just here
Snow falls, wind picks up in one place
Pumpkin vines wither, glazed
with frost, in another
Vast sweep of plains and mountains
Gold and purple between us
and time, and time, and time
And yet, the weather
of the heart is steady
and sweet
jjl
30 October 2008
2 comments:
Your words play upon the strings of my heart as a bow drawn across frets of time
The music there plays sweet and pure and steady til the ends of all that matters
And it sings to me, "Trust in love and it will take you where you need to go."
I listen knowing that truth dwells there too....
What Joy, Shangri-La and the warmth of your arms
What Joy awaits. . . . the warmth of your arms. . . .
I do trust love ~~ ♥ ~~ and you. . . .
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