Your heart lies in my hand pulsating joyous gestures.
My hand feels unworthy of this gift we call love.
When you smile I shift the seasons.
Would you be happy to know I feel the same?
Would you hold my heart with reason?
We develop movement through time, our heart grows and flourishes.
To know you pulls me close.
Speak slow say it true, those words expand there definition.
Once with simple meaning now complex with vast description.
About Me
- The visual feeling
- I am a current with thee ocean, wind and river. The way of my life is through motion always pushing myself through narrow crawl spaces or an open desert. I let mountains surround me they tower, topple over me like the endless clouds in winters life. I am of a tree and of a rock, because nature to be a village raising children.
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