I feel the end in your embrace A never type of forever where we both become the water we drown in Its not the kiss that leaves me reeling it's the taste
And the dust that becomes the stars that set Is the dust that makes us as we rise We are the morning, even in our twilight*
I fear no end in your embrace, the kiss of young stars on our lips will fall and burn this love into our sky the fading light will bind our souls when all the suns have set
A collaboration with Torin Galleshaw*
Thank you Torin for this gift which flowed so effortlessly from your poem "I want you to love me when I am old." It's a pleasure to be among so many wonderful writers - a ceaseless source of inspiration.