Beginnings
A poem
I tentatively take the hand of this mysterious stranger
It’s familiar and yet, somehow foreign
a memory from another place and time
There’s sensual promise
and the shadowy hint of danger
Standing at the edge
darkness below, stars above
A faint whisper on the wind
trust….
All of creation as witness
the plan unfolds
as it was meant to
She is life and she has come to teach me to dance
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