take my hand and climb with me…
Her Eyes Dart ‘Round ~ The Felice Brothers
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…