Are you, That first faint breath of a welcoming morn ? Some traveling spark, when suns die from the cold ? Have you, Cradled a laugh mortally wounded by indifference ? Flung open buildings so your passion might better spread ? Were you, Etched love in park bench rain ? Keenly cut by the fade of a log burning the night ? . Questions that come in the quiet, Soft candles flanking a march of introspection, Warm mellows of coffee glowing in my throat, And I feel you here, Mere glimpses that are mine to enchant, Set to dancing near to my heart, Sweet, the sway of ghosts heavy on the air. . I have chased your glow since the first fall away, Of gentle fingers caressing my neck, Seen the shadow of a giant, cast over communion, In a shared smile, nothing need ever be confessed. And a thousand other silken threads raveling through. You see, I think I know you, Just not your name, face, voice. Your tendrils are inside me, seeding with a patient slow-time hand, And they grow as the circles move ever inwards, Some secrets were always sung with wonder. But until that final spring, Beyond the hushed footsteps, I will keep company with the futures, In these quiet moments, Of candles and coffee.Birth sign: Virgo
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