On Making Promises


Be still.
Make not a sound.
This time,
the beauty we found
is in the stillness
of this life we make-
so take it in
with affectionate gaze
drink it down,
celebrate its revelation.
Promise we will never
leave this state.
And I promise I
will never choose
to pull away,
by my own hand,
my will,
I intend to stay.
It’s like heaven
wrapped up
safely in your arms
where I find
I’m falling for the rhythm
of your heart.

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