January 1, 2014 love
it's nice to love you, like 2 babies in a crib, smiling, playing, looking, touching. no ideas, no hope or worries; no future, no theories; no reasons, no blame. a beloved face, a delightful sound: your voice, a gentle touch: your skin, a soothing warmth: your heart. I see the child in you, tender and defenseless; I look deeper, and see my soul, the soul we share.
It's nice to love you, expecting nothing. Naivete leaves me; dreams disperse, dew-like. It’s just me, in my life, seeing you, in yours. Our paths veer like mountain roads, diverging, colliding; sometimes touching, gently, for a moment or two. This does not fit in any box I know; these moments pop into being, and pass. There is a flow that cannot be followed. These are our paths, not to understand, but simply to be open to their grace. These are blessings beyond reason. I accept them.