And when the darkness comes
I'll remember this moment.
Where we held out our hearts
& filled them with faith-

hopeful,

To
    be
        free.

I can’t decide
if I’m comforted by the fact
that every thought  
I’ve ever had
has probably been had
before

And I don’t know
which is worse
That we are, perhaps
incredibly,
undeniably
not special at all
Or that we incredibly,
undeniably
are

You do not set my soul on fire.
You do not consume me as the sea.
You do not make my heart bleed with desire.
You are not a storm that sweeps me away.
You are no hurricane.


You are a steady burning coal that keeps me warm when the world is cold.
You are gentle waters that wash away my fears.
You are the tender breeze that fills my lungs with life.
You are the soft rains that quench my soul when life has left me dry.

You are not fire and fury;
You are everything I need.

           Love                                  is                      
wr­itten                    in                    stone
       which                                slowly
             fades                          to
                   sand                   ..                                          
                    ­     ..                 ..
                             . . . . . . .
                              . . . . . .
                                . . . .
                                  . .
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I am burdened
With a delightful weight
Your expanse covers me
Where I would not be exposed

Like night sky over deep waters
Gentle stars looking past the beyond

I am yoked
Neck and neck
Footsteps in the same direction
Joined as one

Like vines we are intertwined
Until we are buried in the earth

I think the sun has grown jealous
Of my friendship with the moon
I prefer dusk to dawn
And midnight instead of noon

I see the lights through the window
Forming shapes in your ceiling
We lie in bed and you look at me
You don't say what you are thinking
But you smile and get closer.

I hear the traffic through my window
Keeping me awake till late at night
Too late to say what I was thinking
That time I wanted to stay
But left anyway.