Only seen by day. Opening for each other While it is still dark. Inspired by this day lily in my garden
Scars these fingers trace Can never hide your beauty. Map to the true you.
You that would become Not knowing what you became Imperfect bookends Impromptu prompt from comments made on one of Gwen’s two amazing poems. I was
Driving backwards fast No regard for my safety Headlong into you
Seven lands divide While seven hours separate, Except perfection.
Feeling light headed. Focus frenzy and dizzy. You are my sugar.