
Source: Kathryn
Some evenings,the sky turned pink
We were happy,lying in the grass
Watching the sun set.
Arms around each other.
Seemed like eternal life had come
Earlier than forecast.
Those weathermen are always wrong!
They need new training
In that timeless moment
In between two raindrops,
In between two tears.

Source: Kathryn

As I get nearer,
I feel your warmth.
Warmth draws me in.
Beloved.
I see you here,
touch you gently ,
my hand
on your face,
your skin.
At this boundary
of the world and you.
As we touch,
I feel
the peaceful breath.
The spirit,
the wholeness of the flesh.
touching gently
we acknowledge
the Otherness,
the holiness
of life itself.
In the form of the beloved.
My love.
My beloved.
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