Love letter # 150

In another world, my love … in another world we still swirl in golden light.

And in another sky we still soar, up on the updrafts, where all the little details melt to feeling.

There is a place where you and I are king and queen – and there we walk barefoot, living on air and sunlight, needing nothing more.

We may well be done and dusted on this grubby planet – count the stupid reasons – but deep beneath my ribs a study beat still rattles the cage, the rhythm defiant. For even though the dancers have departed the room still echoes with beautiful songs.

Yes, we frayed all the edges – but who remembers nicks and cuts?

In this imperfect world, my love – I remember you.





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