I will write to the words and the dreams,
I’ll find solace in feeling this is real,
the notes in my melody,
the wit, spoken, felt in a good phrase,
a sunny morning,
the frost on winter’s edge,
all beautiful reminders of that which is
her.
In a quiet meadow,
I can see two lovers
the breeze tangling their hair
so the onlooker has no possibility
of witnessing that love
their eyes share together
in the autumn sky,
watching time say good bye.
I once knew a woman,
she once told me,
we were in love
we knew the travels ahead
would send us down different paths
and yet,
we struggled through the high brush,
for each time we were lost
our eyes
would meet again, traversing a sweet terrain.
Because I have known love, I have witnessed a reckoning,
a butterfly on a soft shoulder leaves me envious in a kiss
~ finding my way, a personal journey
to Zelda with love
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