The Moments Between
" The cave you fear to enter holds the treasure you seek. "
-Joseph Campbell
My Dearest Love,
I cannot lie.
I've raced through my life
as I've had through a novel,
anxious for its sweet ending.
Mad sprints through the tall
grasses,
heaving lungs, arms
thrusted
through the thinned atmosphere
to touch the light of sacred
stars
in the indigo night.
This is how I breathed you.
I've traced your face in the
air with my fingers
across knowing
fields
and waking mountains,
felt it real as the
scripture of trees,
the living water
and the days of March
you wore in your eyes.
This is how I lived you.
Yet, what we know,
what we know the world does not,
is not the brilliance of
dreams
in distant universes.
The freedom we seek,
the love we've found,
is in uncovering
the infinite beauty
that lies
in the moments
between the seconds
of our life.
This is how we love.
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