Footprints
May 2011
Standing and making a question in the wind, setting
everything in my being in a book. Groundedness and roots are not present.
Lasting love breaks my soul; one relationship comes to an end, while another
one starts.
Making circles in the sand; thinking you forgot to hold my
hand. You write my name next to yours but the waves wash it away, slowly washing
away our history into the sea. You don’t bother to rewrite it.
Instead you pick me up and spin me around, looking in my
eyes you lift me higher, all that surrounds us is invisible, we fall laughing
in dizziness in the sand, landing on the cool earth we kiss
My head spins with yours wishing you can stand still with
me; both knowing it will never be. Perhaps the words you speak are true, true
that you love me, true that I left footprints on your soul.
Maybe nothing about our love is true; I pray that what I
feel you feel too. I pray we come back to each other; pull and pushing like the
tide of the sea that laps and dances at our feet. Falling again into each other
with every beat of what is real, what is right.
Listening to music with my feet on your dashboard, with the
windows down and our hair flying free, searching for a new beach and a new
adventure together. Your hand in mine as you change gears in the car and bottle
of wine sitting between us, getting lost but always finding our way.
Trouble and curiosity beckons both of us, playfully you become mine. My heart is yours, if you love me. You breathe me in, and I breathe you out.
(You know who you are)
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