Tuesday, August 4, 2009


Lines drawn in the sand
Very clearly marked
Black and white
With shades of grey
Living in a box with blurred edges
Comfortable, safe, secure
Her voice whispering
Quiet words of encouragement
The grey is not to be feared
Rules, definitions
Who needs them?
We just are
Two people
Whose paths have crossed
Running parallel for now
A meandering stroll
Taking our time
Rushing no where
Simply enjoying each other
And living for the moment

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