A lifeless traveler fully awakened, The aircraft lands – you’re stirred and shaken. Roots hold on again, once more, Shackled to a cellar floor. They wrap around the casks and mour , Steady and fast to thick, oaken boards. They bow to greet the tastevin, the spoon, The vineyard grew too thin. Shared from a coast once
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You can achieve the magic eye, Without much effort, pain, or practically With silvery shadow spread upwardly. Lids covered platinum, eyes for now, opposite. Brushed, stroked far beyond river banks, Gala and golden eyes for nighttime trades Made in sunshine, fans, and shade. Violets tip their hats towards the old mosque, Egyptian eyes line up
But as human beings we need others. He remarked, “I want you,” – that’s a perception of me as object. We want a car, we want a computer. We need other humans – and that is the definition of love to me. Giving of yourself of love – not only the romantic kind of love, but the love we give of ourselves even when things seem the darkest. I told him I need you – in response.