We Are Not Belongers
My Beloved ,What difference does it make , if we are or if we're not belongers ?
If I never see the moon in your eyes, taste stars from your lips
feel your touch upon my hair and your breath over my skin .
What difference does it make ,when we know our quiet thoughts lay side by side
When wherever I am it's your warmth that descends softly within me.
My first dawning moments are filled with you , So are the last seconds
before I close my eyes in the stillness of my room.
My cherished one ,I think ... And when I think, I think only of you
When I see, I see only you.Wandering by in sun-dappled fields
Wrapping my heart , veiling my soul , stealing my breeze, owing my dreams.
For Brian Strand -Contest 226 (any form , any theme with max. of twelve lines )
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