I am moonlit stones near the edge of water. I am the floodplain, the highest plateau. I am the wheat's chaff blowing in Nebraska wind, the mountain peaks gleaming in California snow. I am the face of the sunlight dancing on the changing face of the open sea. I am the moment before conception, the afterglow of possibility. I am the opposite of goodbye's poison, a hello to last for eternity. I am most whole when I am with her, and she is whole with me.
Hey, mike, if you could poke yer head out, I guessed I would too. This is spectacular,another I would love to hear recited. I loved the juxtaposition of being all, and then only half without her. Loved it...and will try to catch you as soon as I can quit hopping around this Easter! And? gotta hop again, Methinks I smell a roast that needs tending to. Love ya much. HUGS.