A lifetime of memories
can show up at your doorstep
and sweep you up in love
like the wind that brings changing seasons
collects the leaves for colorful treasures
to be pressed and captured in scrapbooks and photographs.
We can live in the memory of love
as the wind that rushes through us with intensity just by
that one glance you just gave me.
Life moves so quickly at moments collecting all the fibers of our depths
at other times, still and proportional. Then, slow-silent as snow.
I’m experiencing a timeless place with you right now. It is not a crossroads,
a doorstep, nor a season.
It’s a glorious continuity, a never-ending, undying way for us to collect
ourselves, full of developing smiles and wet-touched by the tears of our trials.
My love is with you always.