Touch of Air

We meet in air
across the miles
as thoughts become
a feathery touch of soul

Love spans the gap of space
as we embrace
yet love does not bind
it merely reminds

of the essence of existence
while we come to know the distance
as illusion and reality, the same
of youth, and age which cannot tame

the heart that sleeps
the eyes that weep
as love brings wind to life
and we find that we've arrived
where we began


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