Love lives beyond our pledges
Meant to shelter it--your hand,
My hand on our first meeting
When you were welcome, welcome,
And all the winds wandering
Stirred the soul within the soul
Housed in moonshine midnight hours,
When we saw what did not move
Opened by the star's own pulse--
Let all be well, be well. Well,
Our splendid isolation
Was woven with love whispered.
Our whispers mixed with others
Out there somewhere, together.
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