I lay in the darkness of the tent with her..
Outside I could hear the early spring winds blowing the afternoon away.
There is never enough time..
I moved my hand slowly around from where I was behind her, close, feeling the awesome Godlike warmth of her back against my chest and stomach. Feeding me like no other meal before..
I found her right wrist and held it in my hand in the canvas darkness like a jewel soon to be stolen by some unknown force I have yet to understand fully.
She slept, the rhythm of her breathing as calming as the sea to a lifetime sailor.
My right forefinger found her pulse and with the right pressure I became aware of her lifes blood flowing, becoming my lifes blood..Becoming my life..
Behind my closed eyes I could feel the loss ahead.
This moment would soon be over , as all minutes perish one by one as though they were leemmings drwn inexoribly over the cliff time and time again.
No turning back now..
Her pulse was as steady as her breathing against me. Mountains of granite were never this solid on my heart..
Would any moment ever be this perfect again?
Would any moment bear the grace of love so eloquently for me??
Dark thoughts this night in NC..
Looking back is always infinitely clearer than looking ahead..
I am not so sure in this case that seeing clearly
is such a Godsent blessing on this of all occasions.
The anniversary of nothing...

(((( Will ))))

I am so happy your home again, sharing you soul,,,

Beautiful simply beautiful

Moving and deeply touching. Slowly walks away while trying to remember to breathe..........

WOW *sigh*

well done... simply well done.

I am humbled..WILL