Oh these little sighs that escape our lips as we caress.
The slightest vibration and release of air.
Sounds discovered in Silence
Slipping free into the Night.
The smell of breath and skin
The sun has risen and set
Kissing the rooftops again
But here no time has passed
Sitting, curling, slipping to and from sleep.
On this Eternal French Morning.
How painful it is to Love another. Perhaps in order to really Love our heart must have the capacity to contain not only our own sadness but the sadness of those we Love. Sometimes I feel such a great sadness inside of me that I know it is not just mine. It is shared. It is the collective sadness that all Humans share and it is beautiful. It unites us. In this way our sadness is such a gift. Something we can share together. This we know to be real - just as we know our greatest joys are real and bring us together, lets barriers drop. What a wonderful Love I would have liked to have given you.