On a clear day I can see you
Forever hand in hand
Walking together
Two faces in one
Directed elsewhere
And your pulse
Echoes mine
In soft ripples
Passing slowly in time.
On a pure heart I can feel you
Perpetual motion
Traveling together
Two broken lives
Brought to be
A spiritual bowl
Reassembled
Gold painted lacquer
In an emotional bond.
Across the firmament of sky
Butterflies lift you
Heaven bound
In my dreams
Where you reside
Breast of my breast
There you are
Always where I go
As I must without you alone.
Copyright © 2021 Charles Edward York
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