"...But the greatest of these is love."
First Corinthians 13
Driving through the rain
that stays
along the miles
we draw apart,
in the time we were given.
And our letting go
become cloud
going
around and around
the sphere
of our hearts--
carrying, with storm winds,
the blazon-unleashing leaves
like lamps of angels
down the dark road
lengthening
between us
in the lashing
rain,
where love
remains.
Read more of Cynthia's poetry at The Mad-eyed Monk.
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