Monday, May 11, 2020

Stone walls fly by,
stacked high, high up
to heaven and higher,
protecting our fire,
our shore. Leaving
harsher roads behind,
finding softer curves
ahead to swoon over,
you intone lover’s song,
some tune too still and
settled to groan our heavy
loads into atwitter.
A bigger melody
builds below, a new 
awareness creeping
up from sea blue waters
that we hum at night and
hope wafts into her
arms spread wide over
us all.

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love notes
a ritual to start the work week