To stand upon a wave of purposed time is to sail by way of only your feet. To see the glimpses of a future you did not expect to see. Where all that was thrown and tossed aside somehow survives in a panoramic view as yet unrealized. For a love and hope long-suffered that was never meant to return void. For all that lives, once touched, shall be touched again, seen again... and come to be known again. Yet now, falling into spaces that were set aside for them from the beginning towards a beautiful end. My love, there is no road without loss and pain. None worthy of life and love that did not see moments of failure... rising, struggle... and redemption. Only to gain and steady in the end. Embrace and kiss the heart that holds true. Without malice, greed or need of ownership. Rest in the open hand that true love affords. Surrender to the hope breath has ever so softly inspired... it's ok...
Some by air, some by fire. All by love...
~moses apollo