I have come to terms with a confusion,
that love is real,
that our lives wherever we may be,
however we could ever imagine our desire …
We will always have the capacity,
our hearts may reach,
so many levels of spontaneity,
to help define what is our passion.
Who are we today that yesterday we had suddenly forgotten,
or did we
really find the ability to put all of the notions of years ago
away in safekeeping for a nostalgic occasion.
And suddenly, it is yesterday, it is that one time,
we are transported to when we knew,
yet somehow had forgotten to trust our feelings,
to know this really is, was, it could be, became, has opportunity to be,