Hitchhiker With Intention
I open my heart
to the distant whispers of love
that hitchhike through eternity.
Seeking a momentary perch
with souls
whom welcome light
I gratefully accept the...
Caress of whispers,
leading me into abandon.
My interior, exterior,
flesh, thought, moments, heartbeats,
feeling, emotion and ideas ... all dishevel.
Kissing the me.
It’s ok to fade,
there’s no need to be.
The whispers clasp my hands,
I drift,
I crumble,
come apart,
disband.
Carried along in the
winds of time,
I atomise,
I disunite,
to reunite
with whence I came.
I am an eternal hitch hiker and I offer only
the sweetest whispers of love …..
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