7

Breathe

I’ve forgotten how the pine and spruce breathe the cold, crisp winter air with love, acceptance and lust fully and deeply into their being and send that very air into the needles of green, solid green, which shoot the cold out and shake off the snow only to bring new life.

I’ve forgotten how it feels to be among my friends from my home in the snow across the sea, all too far to be so close yet distant and welcoming.

I’ve forgotten the embraces outside in the cold winter air, the kisses beside roaring birch fires and the love beyond this loving world.

I’ve forgotten where you take me when all is melting, fading and changing away in an attempt to be more, more and more beautiful than that wonderful land is.

I’ve forgotten what a gift we have received; Peace and Love in Expanse; all we need, is it not? A place under the stars, in the grass, on a hill, in the North, away from the bustling busy bodies of the urbane. A place where time, matter stand still for eternity, and onwards. I miss such a place.

I’ve forgotten the warmth of our bodies, playing in the snow as the deer do leap and trot and briskly blunder through the woods of the deep, dark peace. We fall into each other’s arms and do not let go. The snow melts on our faces, mixing with sweat and tears.

I have forgotten the words, thank you, I adore you, I am so in love with you. Here they are. Said aloud for you. The ink bursts forth and declares them yours! til the end of infinity which is very far in the distance, perhaps never to be reached.

I have forgotten the deepest longing of my heart.