Often the white clouds show in relief
That drifting along is done in our sleep
I havent missed the curving clefts
Either indoors, or dozing in rest
Perhaps if I stare its because of my hope
To slip down the soft silky slope
Over the hills, to see the other light
How it fits that curve, shining just right
Oh give me the pulse in your puckering drift
Let me find deep please exploring the rift
But in the evening let us stretch out slow
Having waning light off to dreams pull us so
Morning find us in slow serious swirl
Building us thick and deep
Precious Dew to Heat
We often, forever, will just repeat
The day may draw us down
or push us apart
but I know this moment
Our swirling slipstream
Remains in my heart
Please tell me what you think
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Interesting word...slipsstream, so inspiring, full of peace, acceptance, and the hope of the wait will be worth it. Excellent. Blessings.
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A softly romantic piece of peace ...
longing and yearning, written from a loving heart.
It is good to see you write again, Devon. And as always, the honesty of the deep desire to be united in love, is shown.
May your happiness be complete.
Love
Myra
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I dont want my happiness, alone
So yes, complete Is what I am longing and yearning for, as I am sure you know from reading my work. I hope to be writing more often, and I cherish your words forever.
Love you,
Devon
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