By it dosent matter
Date: 19 September 2000
of you
cinnamon scented streets and scenes
greeting my advent to the heat
while walking out to meet the sky
and i knew simply by feeling
the opening within the wind
you were out there near to me
i felt deep in earth a shift
a quiet rumble to herald its tidings
i had to smile for this spoke well of you
and in the song of the birds around
were the melodies i knew to be yours
heading down to our sure meet
happy once for today
i felt a pressure, a sense
that told me you were here
then with my own eyes i beheld
the beauty that had ever rested in my heart
made flesh in the presence of you
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