in my world,
love always has purpose.
like the snow feeds the stream
your words, fill my mind
overflowing into new words
on fresh paper
that I fold up carefully
and slip into your pocket

from where I sit
there is no such thing as lost
this rock, by this stream
in this forest
is exactly where I am supposed to be
at this moment in time

I live as though I am looking down..

If I love you extra hard
will you feel it over there
between the daily drumming of life
and the quiet gazing of the moon
will you hear the echo in my chest
from a heart that beats alone