touching....
never together
in future or past
yet closely connected
our word and our heart...
often in stillness
alone and in quiet
yet together in soul
in the midst of the night...
sometimes in circles
no beginning or end
yet feeling your touch
and letting it mend...
a small lonely dot
in the midst of this place
yet part of the pulse
that is turning in space...
Joy Weare.
22nd July, 2006.
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