Love Letter From the Soul Xxxiii
Three,
A blanket of white paints the floor
pure, pristine
unabridged
assignments in the void
footprints not yet laid
and I'm a dozen moments away
I look to your sky
and the lights
they light up the night
our night, our beginning
we're naked, we're pure
like the fresh laid snow
nothing traced, nothing known
where we've been, where we go
new paths lie ahead
where the trade winds blow
we trade
snow for sand
hope for hearts
mountains climb us
for we are the earth,
the stars,
the sun and the moon
we are the children inside
wandering about at last
taking first steps
wobbly but we reach out our hands
for trust and for love
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