Tuesday, July 13, 2010


This morning, as I walk, there's a soft breeze blowing gentle rain across my face reminding me of you.

Earlier, in the twilight hours, you entered my dreaming world and taking your lovely hand, drew small circles above my sleeping body, opening ever-wider gateways from your world to mine.

Since your touch I am changed, stepping gingerly into a world that is no longer the same.

Where I end and you begin, who can say. I am lost to myself.

All I see and feel is the breeze and the rain as you.

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