• time is not where i found you,
    it is not when i love you
    time is merely another place to hold you, to express
    to you and remind you
    time is not where we began
    time is not where we love,
    it is a place to love,
    and to be loved.

    like our late night drives to the corner store,
    not really caring whether it be open or closed,
    its the drive together that truly matters
    its the cherished little sips we share.

    Filled with these sensations,
    the soft warm scent of safety's vulnerability
    the window down, the music high, our hands naturally nestled,
    laughter and compassion is an astral breath,
    you look through me,
    you look with me
    as I to you
    nothing is said
    but exhales
    and warm chuckles.

    in fractured time a stillness settles,
    it is then and there in-between
    the unseen and the felt,
    the unconsciousness and the awareness
    aches a feeling of innate familiarity,
    its ricochets through every muscle and every touch,
    defying logic, reason and comprehension
    its the taste of innumerable miles upon miles of vast expanses
    the taste scent smell and feel of Serenity's peace.
    its the sweet natural ease, and simplicity

    its love. not. formed in time.


    time is not where i found you,
    it is not when i love you
    time is merely another place to hold you, to express
    to you and remind you
    time is not where we began
    time is not where we love,
    it is a place to love.


    and it is the place where i will hold you
    as life goes on by