Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter

Friday, February 27, 2004

Cover Me

Only when we are
together again for
the first time, I'll
watch you trace your
path through images
like falling snow
and shadows

Winding your way
along the ups and downs
across arches and long
stretches of my patience
I am waiting...

Cover me and show me
the ache from these
things you dream of,
how your breath can melt
frost against skin, tasting,
turning the tide against time
and distance, how longing
can overwhelm, how I wait.

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