with the sun setting in front of us
our walking sticks and cloaks on our backs
our soft murmur of conversation veiled
by the desert wind we travel in.
We can look into each other’s eyes now
this power unknown to us
of pictures taken after the fact
during pure moments in time
because we see the divinity inherent
behind the eyes, inside our spirits.
Walk with me, soul companion.
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hmmm… this gives me an idea for a piece of my own…
Always glad to be a-musing. 😉
*gasp*
I feel as though I’ve read this before…
🙂