there’s not a day

there’s not a day

since recognizing your heart

as that which I have always known

maybe from another time and place

pulled from the cobblestone

or the dusty fire road

I carried it with me

through the years from times of old

until the moment it circled

looping back upon it’s tail

chasing in endless pursuit

to find it whole in join


there’s not a day

I haven’t thought about you

of the holes in the clouds

meandering over our heads

to allow the sun’s rays

passage through and onto calm waters

in the heat of the wake

washing wading feet

free of the gritty sand


there’s not a day

I don’t wish for your hand to be free

and your desire to reach for me

through the rains pouring down

taking me under your umbrella of hope

unafraid to pull me close

for both of us to stay dry

in the warmth of each other’s arms


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