Like an aging picket fence weaving along a white sand beach in a place of such timelessness, your beauty knows not where to end. Sprigs of wide bladed grasses pushing towards the life giving sunlight that also lights your face, exposing your features to my eyes. Which in turn, reminds me of how you are my life, of what you mean there, and why I could never draw another breath with out you in it. A sea bird passing overhead, calling out for nourishment, for either belly or soul, longing for both in the long run like I. Wave after wave rushing in, lingering, pausing for its one moment of equilibrium before being pulled back home, remixing, never to be exactly the same, leaving only one mark that is absorbed in those sands. We too, are like that in one another’s lives, soaking up the good, fearing the bad, but none the less a canvas of marks, of high tides, and of the low. Washing upon the face of the other, this dance of land and sea, of you and me, a road map in this journey of love, and of life. The fine lines, now lit by the sun show me the way, reading your face, understanding the path, the past, the present and the future.
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These lines are as deep as the ocean and wide as the infinity of what a heart can hold my friend. Damn I love this so!!!!
This is my favorite Carrie. I have always loved this piece. It was written as a wish. A longing for what wasn't, close, but never to be at that moment, and, perhaps never, still, the thought it could be, has never died.
It is beautiful and I can understand how you feel about it. Hope is a glorious thing, and we should never let the hope of something so beautiful die.
Thank you! I have accepted, with great peace that I may ride out the rest of my life single. If the story came true, I'd be happy, if not, I've lived it through the story. (happy face)
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