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To our daughter of the heart on_her_path:
You have brought us great delight. Your presence in our lives has enriched us immeasurably. You are one of the kindest, most caring, and most generous-hearted people we have ever known, and each moment that we share with you is itself a blessing.
When we finally get to meet you face-to-face at last, may it be only the first of many homecomings.
On February 3rd, 2006 12:49 am (UTC), (Anonymous) commented:
You, yearn for a return to days gone by.
I, cry for a future that can not be.
Yet, in the moments between past gone and yet to come,
There is only us.
Our touch shared.
Our desire dared.
Our pain bared.
We come together as whispers,
Slipping softly through the daggers of the forbidden,
Weaving along the cloths hung to hide the starkness
Of cold, stone prisons.
Riding a wave of sound and breath of air,
We pass, and in our passing, we know ourselves.
We know that what must be, must be.
For Winter can not hold onto Summer,
Any more than Spring could contain Fall.
Though the secret cries for release,
The dream dies,
And drifts away.
For such is the way with whispers,