Connected
Just as a mother intuitively knows if her child is near,
I recognize your gentle spirit, when it moves close to mine.
This eternal connection, which commenced on some
glorious sphere, will never be broken by words -- or their lack.
And, like a child holding a firefly in a mason jar,
fascinated by it’s untouchable beauty--
I cup my hands around the essence of your soul,
pulling you closer, as you enhance my world.
Then, with a kiss, and a twist of the lid,
I’ll place you in my heart, where your
love will be preserved.
