She slips her small hand into mine and
together we walk through the lengthening
shadows,
where we and time become one.
The echo of footsteps, now gone,
only the footprints go on.
The carpet wherein lies eternity is the weaving
together of hearts.
This I see,
and as I drown in the mass
of humanity
her hand reaches out to me.
In the night where the stars burst
so brilliantly, where
the stabbing daggers at lightspeed
are blinding me,
the warmth of her body reaches
out to me and
she shows me the violence
of her galaxy.
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 1:13 PM UTC
She slips her small hand into mine and
together we walk through the lengthening
shadows,
where we and time become one.
The echo of footsteps, now gone,
only the footprints go on.
The carpet wherein lies eternity is the weaving
together of hearts.
This I see,
and as I drown in the mass
of humanity
her hand reaches out to me.
In the night where the stars burst
so brilliantly, where
the stabbing daggers at lightspeed
are blinding me,
the warmth of her body reaches
out to me and
she shows me the violence
of her galaxy.
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