



A funny thing about forever..

--it never, ever ends..



and so neither will we.



The spirit is free from

all of this-- it will always

remain lit..



only the flesh goes dark

as we leave its earth-laden husk, behind..



But the core-heart of Love's true ache will always,

always Remain.





In the calling out to one another

of the lovers up and down the strand

In the sound of the waves and the cries

of the seagulls, circling the sand

In the fragments of the songs

carried down the wind from some radio

In the murmuring of the city in the distance

ominous and low..



I hear the sound of the world where we played

And the far too simple beauty of the promises we made



If you ever need holding

call my name, and I'll be there

If you ever need holding

and no holding back, I'll see you through-



Sky, blue and black



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xoxo