take my hand and climb with me…

seventy two degrees: ‘among the high pines…’

Her Eyes Dart ‘Round ~ The Felice Brothers

seventy two

Time passes, on. Each day, magic. Somehow. Blessed, life. And still. My blood drum, beats. An echo, of yours. You, as you were. And are. And will all ways, be. Though you wear, different skin. Still. Your name, remains. Love.

Outside, a haiku. Of light. I know how it, feels. To be pierced, by sun. Barbed wire, crystal pure. From Anthony Osler’s Stoep Zen:

“The sheer blue sky

Slides into my heart

Like a knife”


What keeps me alive is the green in your eyes…

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