All The Universe Has Written Our Story

Do you remember

The unfurling of my leaves?

The sound of the branches

swaying in the breeze?

The breath of the wind

lingering on the trees?

I recall the dirt on my toes

Earth seeped through the spaces

as the sun comes and goes

casting light on our faces.

The sun and moon would reminisce

on the moment of creation

of the love between two lost souls

that would sound across the constellations.

And I could never forget

the composing of our story,

made in these small moments

and written in the stars.

lovers in paris

“Lovers In Paris” National Geographic 1972

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