it all matters
my fragile soul broken, speaks
to me
hiding once…

don’t you realize that
we are already healed?

delicate you are, beautiful moment
elapsing yet not
your possibility never forgotten
saved in my heart, as you…

the flower that i pass
knows how to live
as time stops
in its waltz

it tells me–hide with me
in my competence
that needs no prestige
only being,
only tenderness

© r.e.l. 4/13/12

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