Sometimes you have not even begun to speak -
and I am at the end of what you are saying.
In you, I have believed in magic,
in the dust of starlight as a tonic,
in the forever of air and ocean,
and the reason for time.
I have become your words,
breathed molecules of you
across the table while
you looked into me
and collected parts of me
in the depth of your eyes.
I will not speak of this again,
because these words
already live inside you
as the reflection of us -
we are the eternity
promised by holy books.
I will know no forever,
but in the gift of your love.


Rae

Sighhh...How beautiful this is, Scott...How serene, enlightened & utterly fulfilled you sound within these lines...May it always be true, my Friend...Congratulations on winning the gold, Scribe...well~earned, indeed...










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