You etch your
words upon my heart:
in pure white light
I read them.
I sip the nectar
of your pure
spoken sincerity.
I breathe in your
warm compassion.
I touch the tender rays
of infinite white light.
You meet me in the space
between your words.
Together we talk
and walk on sacred ground.
Tobias
Apr 29, 2020
Apr 29, 2020 at 4:12 AM UTC
You etch your
words upon my heart:
in pure white light
I read them.
I sip the nectar
of your pure
spoken sincerity.
I breathe in your
warm compassion.
I touch the tender rays
of infinite white light.
You meet me in the space
between your words.
Together we talk
and walk on sacred ground.
Tobias
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