It has been a long hard working weekend and I have not written a post. I am tired. My body aches. So you are going to get some old words I wrote about me and her.
I live a waking dream shaded and sheltered
by visions and vicissitudes
A life become unbound and yet bound again
Dislocation profound is found
to have set me free
Life uprooted and torn
Knit back together
In a seamless whole
By a match to my soul
I wonder then what dreams are next
What wonders await
What life will take
As its next unexpected turn
Until the time comes that I have moved beyond this life
I shall take this dream as my reality
And hold so tight and dear
As to make it last beyond, and beyond
I apologize if you have read this before. In fact I am sorry you had to read it now. I am not a poem kind of guy it seems, I need to stick to things I can actually do.
Michael
PS by Molly, I completely disagree with Michael about him not being a poem kind of guy. I think this is beautiful and reminds me of those earlier months when we had just found one another and were trying to work out how the hell it was all going to pan out.
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