By Galadrial Date: 2002 Oct 26 Comment on this Work [[2002.10.26.09.07.27847]] |
Cedar wood and cinnabar, memory has a scent, love has a feel, and tender is the word for a touch to self or soul once the melding has occured. The spirit once touched will never be the same, and it takes the print altering slightly, to couch a heart offered in innocent truth. I breathe in rare woods, and feel you curled softly against my being--- Solomon's cedars scenting the air, and reminding me of his song, and the love he held immortal. What is, is. What will be simply a wisp of dream. It is enough that I love, and find love in return. But still I would be the smell of cedar and cinnabar to your heart... |