Some where through the mist,
You will see me.
Find me,
I am the lingering touch.
The light of the moment.
Our joyful laughter fills the air.
I move onward to places new,
Where with this me by my side,
I am.
I try words new,
I seek meaning in the me that I am.
And I listen more clearly to the peace.
I find a joining of my soul with the peace,
I seek not to change it, just be it.
The delight of this moment is yours to share.
Find in you this silent space,
Where two hearts meet.
And meet you for the first time.
Know me as you.
And you as I.
(Saturday 7 July 2007, Bolton, UK)
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