She walked through the door, her head looking down, perhaps scared to look at me for fear of what she may see. When in reality she was just scared of our first meeting in over 50 years, a length
of time that would bring anyone to tears.

I looked at her as she trembled and I said, "do you know why after all of this time I am still here?" "Because when love is true, it waits and as we slipped into an intimacy from which we never recovered, I said "guide me home, for you are the moon of my life, guide me home." "Let us make quiet love, soft sighed and slow stirred; glancing glazes and graceful gasps." "Swallow your loudest screams and yell instead with squeezing hands."

Some souls choose to wear their hearts on their sleeves, but I, brave or stupid or maybe both have chosen instead to wear mine on yours. Her love. . .simple, uninhibited, child like, spontaneous, filled with touching, poetry. She never grew up. .thank God!

Like a hummingbird in flight, always looking for a place to rest for the night, as she is weary from her travels afar and with natures careful planning she will touch the flowers of your soul, then wait for understanding'
                                                  ­                                     Jon York   2024