In a place unknown to others
I keep a thing
It isn’t a thing that can be touched
But is held
It isn’t a thing that can be seen
But shines
It isn’t a thing that can be heard
But echoes silently
It isn’t a thing that can be carried
But has weight
It isn’t a thing that can be measured
But spans any distance
Only for those who wish
Can it be found
Only for those who hope
Can it be heard
Only for those who trust
Can it light a path
Only for those willing
Can it be carried
Only for those who believe
Can the distance be crossed
It is a thing unchanged by
All the seasons
Can be found no matter the distance
Until the end of days
Locked forever there
Near the door
Just beyond their sight
in that first embrace
A simple thing given
Once in hushed tones
Crushed between kisses
Bathed in joyful tears
Forever
In other news…
That’s all for now other stuff tomorrow, have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.
Ciao,
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