and a soft word on a hard day; in the gleam
from a younger set of eyes comes moon glow
from these generous Suns.
Time traveled at the speed of light-giving Love.
Life moves over paths not yet made, through
dark storms, brilliant light, and unforeseen difficulty.
Unspent is this fortune we hold, whether purse deep or tattered,
the treasure held is precocious and rare.
Without Love,
life is a barren dream, without hope,
each day is a drying stream,
slowing to nothing, and flowing to nowhere.
There are moments that we wish to keep
but cannot hold, falling like sands through fingers
lost to whims of wind; yet, one can keep
the feelings shared, the pictures etched in the center
the heart- each grain, pure and unique.
It is a bridge nearby that links distant places.
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