Long term plans guessed out
like a whim on the wind of
a mutual connection.
Excited thoughts and introspection,
pictures which show a reflection.
Reminders of change and time and Zen,
for love of light, to be one again.
Something needed to be remembered
lest the cycle tilts itself downward.
Will I see into those eyes?
When if ever will I know who is staring back?
Laughter, sighs and incredible highs,
sadness, cries and crashing skies.
Perhaps…. Something completely off the beaten track?
Time and change, love and light.
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