Some things you just can't put into words. Though you feel
them so strongly in your heart you can almost feel them with your hands. Tangible.
A substance formless.
Like magic.
And love.
And autumn leaves falling.
Like gazes.
And souls.
And the beautiful lives that inhabit
them.
Moving between the elements.
Spirit.
Dreams.
Golden strands that stretch.
Entwine.
Unseen yet known.
And so we dream.
We write.
We draw.
We
paint.
We try to describe it so that we can understand it. We don't. And never will.
But perhaps for a moment.
A snowflake on the palm.
Warmth
meets ice.
An instant.
And it is gone.
But not gone.
The memory remains.
The feeling.
The touch.
The golden strands of love.
Never unbroken through space and time and all things that pass between.
Love remains.
