When we flew…

Far more
than what words –

These words –
that I love,
that I breathe
each moment –
can ever say

is a love for you –
for a moment
spent with you,
and understanding
who you are.

in that moment –
I travel our past
to a magic
only we made –
childhood –
when we flew
without fears –
and even now
in that moment –
we still fly
with each other.

For my sister… who I love beyond words, and who means the world to me.

(August 2nd, 2012)

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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