We travel these paths, burdened with purpose and prose, in hopes that we’ll not long travel alone.
In your eyes I find a spirit, a soul, a beacon that flashes through the darkness of my night.
A thousand words I know but not one that can express the way my soul reaches for yours.
Are our arms enough, will we be able to reach, when our spirits entangle across this space?
In my bones I ache, every inch of my being screams to stay, rattling my steps as I back away.
Because we’re just people, different, incomplete and the sum of our moments is lost on me.
Life can twist our minds and rip dreams away But in some moments we find The greatest gift is perhaps not physical But a moment in time When we no longer have to be held to the reality of who others believe we are. That moment wrapped in a lovers arms, the true idea of home dancing through every sensation. Or a moment alone with nothing more than a breath and a soft whisper for patience. Libations given in sacrifice of every moment thereafter. When we come under fire we close our eyes willing ourselves to aim higher. Repeat.
For the flash fiction challenge at Carrot Ranch Word Count: 99 Theme: The greatest gift