Greetings on a Sunday!
Here's a last minute entry in the Burning Love Contest! We could read these entries all year long—the glimpses of love from your perspectives are fascinating, beautiful--uplifting.
I stand on the edge, eyes closed;
The constellation of your face
Lingers among the stars,
Moonlight dances on ocean waves.
You are absent and present;
You are far away; you are near
Raise your hand into the breeze,
Feel my heart beat against the wind.
The air around me becomes your fragrance,
You are breath, my life’s breath.
My purest thoughts feel you.
My dreams reach for you.
Their pleas stir my slumber;
How long can we endure?
My flesh rises in rebellion;
My soul weeps; I am broken.
I rise before the sun;
Standing on the edge, I wait.
The horizon parts from the darkness;
The light floods my face.
But the day calls its demand;
I feel you slip away from me.
Soon I will come to you, my love,
You are far away; you are near.
"You are far away; you are near."
It's one of those paradoxes that makes perfect sense because it speaks of Truth—and therein lies part of the beauty, and therein lies all of the beauty.
Maddie and Lisa