Every night I am here In this quiet darkness, Reaching out for you.
And you move into me Like water Like moonlight Like gentle things that never force Or abuse.
How strong and beautiful Is your love for me, As if I have never been used, Like fire to the wreckage I have been through, Steadily erasing these wounds Like new meadows Across decimated bones; The scorched forests of My soul.
We are building something lush And beautiful, With the strength of red woods and The eternity of the sea,
Something as real as our children's Laughter echoing across the sands Of this sun-soaked beach.
There is nothing but hope As far as I can see And your brave vulnerability; Your unfaltering belief in me And all that I am, and was, And could be.
Wesley, I will love you forever and I Will hold your heart in my hands, And I will hold you together
In the same way That you hold me Like the rarest treasure.
One hour after noon in C2 room Jasmine makes a tonless reading Nobody listens Today I choose the Farewell to Arms' final chapter forty one The last extract is alive one more time: "Every thing was gone inside me. I did not think. I could not think... Please, please, please, dear God, make her not die." Yesterday Just the same words passed through myself Nobody really knows