Open the curtains –
Look out at the
Mountains and valleys
Colored by autumn’s brush.
There’s a slow, pearly mist
Slipping down softly
Like a river to its sea.
That’s you and
That’s me.
There’s a long burning fire
That fills all the spaces
With light, with peace,
With comfort, with joy.
This old cabin stands
Beaten by cold winds
That won’t let it be.
That’s you and
That’s me.
Beyond our intentions,
Seasonal changes
Have left their marks
On our bodies and faces.
But the mountains and valleys
Flowing in mist
Are the same as
When we first kissed.
Let’s close the curtains,
The sun still shines through –
Gives us our shadows
With light dipped in gold.
Caught in the moment,
As if suspended,
Dust floats – lost in dreams.
That’s you and
That’s me.
Always the twenty-third.
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