flow of time

Somehow the wind.

somehow the sun

somehow the hum of footsteps as they cross the morning light;

somehow the feel of light as it crosses my heart

into into your soul;

like laundry whipping into a summer wind;

clouds tickling my face with your smile

as you hold the stars in your hands.

Rocks and moss jump across my feet as my life flows into yours

and the wind teases your hair into ribbons of memories.

Your deep voice courses through my veins and makes me whole.

you are my dream

you are my memory

you are my spirit as it dances with yours across the sea.

You are the love that embraces me like a woven cloth from the light of the moon.

You are the reason to make me smile when my soul traverses the sea to a place

where violins capture your eyes upon a reykjavik dream.

You are the everything within my past.

you are everyrhing even though the world tore us apart..

you are time within a circle of stars

and

wind

and the auroura that  

dances within  the light of your eyes.

You always will "be"

when time stood still upon that reykjavik dream.