there is a chance of a flame catching a brush of dry intention where a moment dwindles somewhere in the midst of our exchange lies purpose behind the veil where human touch does long for more
a page flips with words by design each seeking something deeper creating more of who we are posing the potential of our soul
acceptance is simply the root of our cause as life churns unrest in the nest of routine an idea is cradled in her bosom; a sacred space of peace like the wind that blows across the surface of our true identity
perhaps there is hope in the chance connection if only the cynical can be put to rest as our past lives are forgiven and truth is embraced making way for beauty to have solace in the comfort of friends
The desert is a jagged band of lava and sage tangled in beauty a lover's embrace bound with tongue and fingers to an idea of something safe, sacred, simple