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Could the timing be better ?
With you itching to explore new…
Away from the past,
Where so many memories refuse
to release their grasp.
Me, tired and bored…
New horizons in sight,
But anchored here in this stagnant harbor,
Dead calm…no wind of passion in sight…
Needing tide to ebb,
Washing me afloat…
Free from setting aground.
We both dared to walk the other side,
In search for the perfect combination,
Of flesh and spirit laced with passion…
Truth is I believe it was shear boredom…
Not truly expecting we'd succeed.
You took me for just another…
Chitter chatter…yada, yada…
What was it that finally made you focus…
On the light of my beacon ?
My gift brought peace to within,
To the void in me…aching deep center…
I knew before you, the dance had begun…
You slowly took my hand…
You cautiously observed,
I did an Irish jig…
You came closer.
Walk beside me, you said…do not follow,
I'll do my best…at times you may need to lead,
Brute strength of heart I possess,
But at times…not very light on my feet.
Let's search together for our hearts desire,
Two of the same…don't you think ?
We discovered each other once,
Why not continue this voyage together…
And fall in love along the way.
Erin Woods
