"Where there is light, there is life". Anne scaled the cavern range following the faint glimmer that pulled her. Anne was blind, the light wasn't.

Or would he know that someone borrowed his name,
and wrote his private memory in a sentence using a non-word;
"peculiared", he already was. And it was to his surprise and disgust that someone--the vague affirmity of a solemn narrator would ever start a sentence starting with a capital "And". And while he shuffled between his displease and awkward discomfort due to the second, and not due to the privacy ajar, or either the plagiarism of his name, he stood there dumbfounded; for once in his life to the accuracy of his own knowledge--of his own knowledge.

Know?

The reason why i found you, why i love you so much.

intimacy and strangers
common, hope
people, humans
and everything that seeks life.
a search
for eternity, outside this --among us
our world, our small world --between us.
listening blind
creating
rhythms, rhymes and beauty.
reality in dreams --dreams in reality
naked thoughts
translucence, a nature.
trust in
human super powers
pain, numb, void
love.

memories of walls, a familiar fragrance of dirt
and the healing of one unconscious smile.
the faint scratches across tree bark
and the secret echoes of your heart,
your beautiful beating heart.

that minuscule drop of rain that fell off your coat
as you just walked in.

& you.

wind
how it blows fierce in my lungs,
and fills me
how that make me
breathless

i want to show you,
the faint love you whispered in my ear
the childhood stories we hid in each other
those memories we spoke by heart
between the bumps of your spine
and below my jagged ribcage

a hint rests
that tastes of the amber in your skin
and mimics the shapes of your freckles
like clouds
while we lay silent on the quiet autumn grass
counting the leaves as they fall around us
making the most unpredictable
non-pattern possible

you,
that smell of familiar
the beautiful lullaby
the rhythm of your heart

i,
want to remember forever