After the storm that howls some place else now, trees are again trees and the infinitude of stars continues.
By candlelight, between her and I, the criss-crossing of words through the shadows that flicker within each of us.
"Words and swords in accord parting soul and spirit, baring the pulsing rhythms of the heart," I murmur with a voice that separates from me.
"Yes." Her voice opening like a rose.
once all was vision
the view flawless