my dream…
is of you
my soul remembers
but it can’t find the words
it hopes for a future
with you but time passes
we touch briefly but with
words not sensations and
consider ourselves so blessed
with just that but
what if what could be
was like a rose slowly
building that bud petal
by petal creating layers and
layers of a story which
when looked at from afar is
breathtaking…and from
closeup unforgettable so
do I dare
do you dare
time is the enemy
quickly now stealing
what could be so special
so perfect yet of course
there will be those rainy days
trickling slowly down but
followed by colors of peace of
companionship where
a stone gathered from a beach
or a mountain or where ever
each journey takes us and it
is more beautiful
holds more meaning
more love and memories
than a diamond or gold