your memory haunts me as the lingering fragrance of a blossom i can never name. you forever remain in that part of me that only dreams reveal. there we meet we gaze and we are united so farΒ Β beyond love
Kind of a vision of what we forget when we come out of dreaming: there is much more beyond what we know of here as love-- Copyright 2011 by Michael S. Simpson. All rights reserved by the author.