In matters of the heart time is not measured in days or weeks. No for the heart has its own time, it exists outside the reality of your mind. For some when the heart is broken time stands still, for others it speeds up. When the heart is healed it is as if it wakes...
I wanted summer, you brought me winter. I wanted winter, you brought me summer. The season of grace brought a new breeze. I brought you summer in the winter. I was healed by giving what you could not.
I hold your hand and push your cheek against mine. The wisps of your hair brush against my face. I can smell the hint of your perfume. You whisper in my ear, I love you. I pull you close to me. Our hearts dance.
Connection deep and true. Knowing beyond the moment. Energy flows between us. Your kiss: electric.
Whispers in the tall pine branches The voice of a stranger is a friend Echoes of what is to come I follow the red string to you
I swim through the stars to you. I see past the now. I walk into your dream. You walk into my dream. You step into my now. You pull me into the boat.
