I make a future memory
so dear, so precious, remarkable gem
even among a shining diadem, glows
captured on skin
The stars I will find in your eyes
the enduring softness of your touch
the words that will rise from within
and pour sweetly, sounds
in your passion song.
The hints in winds and trees
that follow my steps as I circle within
impatient days, fall of season
rise of season, there is an unchanging air-
an eager breath...my memory yet to be,
curled within each moment... I wait
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