filled with expectation
and wild anticipation ~
a cello stringed tension
of O
you are
I am
wonderfully
and beautifully made
in the garden, veiled
lush light blossoms bloom
and who knew
who we
would become
would come
along this path
this trail
fertile and moist
who knew
all the paths
we would roam?
She knew
all in the all knowing, we
would meet
should meet
in this lifetime
for this, this dance.
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