November 7, 2007

Hello. It's you again.
I can still feel you in my thoughts,
stroking a soft side that is hidden but not dark.
Gentle but strong, begging to be seen by more
but wants a set of eyes to see it first.
Not to grant permission or acceptance,
but to receive the amazing gift of being first;
first witness to creation,
to abounding love,
to a force unstoppable,
to a life unknown before.

What good is new love but new heart-ache?