Galaxy, 65

And to see her for the first time is a magical moment indeed. She glides effortlessly toward me. The bright orange sun sinks low on the horizon and the myriad of insects fly about in a seemingly psychotic frenzy, ----ing for the warm sunshine. Her hair whisps gently in the warm summer breeze; her eyes sparkling like diamonds. Her image drawn fine with pointed steel, cuts deep within my heart. As she draws near, a soft "hello" caresses my ears, bringing yet another pleasant dimension to her whole. She takes my hand in hers......so soft. Gently we stroll side-by-side, talking and laughing as if in a place and time once only imagined. A line cannot be drawn dividing her from me, for who are we and whence, if their idle talk alone lives long in aftertime, when we no longer live?

~For every beauty, there is an "eye" somewhere to see it ~ ~For every truth, there is an "ear" somewhere to hear it~and ~For every LOVE, there is a "heart" somewhere to receive it~!