i confess tonight
to myself —
a hidden trust
so deeply buried
i did not trust
even a buried soul
that i am in love
with one —
who departed
she is gone
but her words
past mortal life
— imperial life —
and now i wait
for rebirth i do
what centuries-me
yes, time no glue
but love waits dear
and i wait for you
come to me now
in spirit or even —
flesh it matters not
:: 03- 26-2014 ::

March 27th, 2014 at 4:10 pm
reading this, she will return indeed 🙂 this is so lovely!
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March 28th, 2014 at 1:22 am
Only a miracle dear…one that has not happened in two thousand years… 😦
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