Two Who Lived as One

When years fade into decades and beyond

Tender saplings became a forest

Colors once bright now faded

Areas cleared, others reclaimed

Nature reassembling in the modern

Generations change, the past forgotten

Written scraps and fading diaries

Precious remnants tucked safely away

Keepsakes kept in chests and boxes

Their meanings dissolving over time

The most important photos of life

Held as memories….

Pages in my mind’s album

So long ago it seems

When you were simply….you

None other could compare

You lived while other existed

A raw freedom in your veins

Symphonies were heard as you spoke

Ancient taboos broached

Colorful pigments swirled

Kaleidoscopes in your oceanic eyes

Fragility in your tender touch

Wispy fingertips dancing tiny steps

Footsteps as light as the wind itself

Picturesque moments

Delightful remembrance

Each day another album

Each eve romance renewed

I recall when daybreak would stand

Taking pause to capture your light

Angelic rays of rich colors

An aura of ethereal beauty

Yet freely to share with no remorse

And your glances, ever so subtle

When words would not suffice

Where one smile that led to another, and another

When evenings were only to languish

Sensuality

Not a moment wasted

Each curve observed in detail

Every hair a living part of the tale

The hourglass still

We melted into one another

Existence became singular

With hands loosely clasped

Unhurried words exchanged

We drift to a place eternal

Living eyes closed, dream ones open

Our embrace captured and held forever

These are the secrets of life that we share

Tis the tale of two who lived as one

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R J Schwartz

I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all.I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed.I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another.I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me.I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.

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