Love has wings,
which fly beyond time's horizon
it soars on winds from God's breath
to hold the heart
where life is more than a memory.
Souls that are held together in His hands
are not separated by the foils of fate,
what beats as deepest throb
unto another
is never silenced by separation.
Though tears flush the moment
and the mind struggles to understand,
in silence comes the soft hugs
from above
that we might know
the fire one ignited
by the one who held our match
will never truly cease to burn.
For a while it glows in our sadness
until again we can embrace the one
who meant so much
on those streets of gold.
Honorable mention
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