who stirred within me
a cauldron of ideas
in a single movement
he knew me
before i met him
and met me
in all my wandering ways
we saw the sea
we watched the waves
we rode the wind
inside of ourselves
waiting for the sun
now darkness is
the promise
down the road ahead
and uncertainty is
the constant
in my heart
but each word
he whispers in my ear
takes me back
to what is sure
even though
how far
even though
how dark
even now
how true
each word is to me
a steady guide
on the road
back to the sun
alive again
with him
(new)
I love this!
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