trading obsessions ....

November 21, 2005

eyes closed, we built our walls
afraid to touch the heart within
running from the self that breathed
don't let them come near, they might hear
and then, one day, twelve moons ago
we found a hint of life, a glimmer of breath
and we risked a moment to dance the dance
and the moment stretched on
the ripples of the ripples
fed the stream of life, the river of love
and we breathed out the fear
and we breathed in the love
and the love gave birth to a friendship
and the friends learned to smile
and the fog fell away
and the taste of beauty
became the way

(for aim)

Type: Poetry

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