Love after casualty

I won't tell you I love you so many times that the words end up dying in my mouth.

I won't allow repetition to become irrelevant.

This is an adventure without mishap. A hunger without obsession. A raison d'etre without need.  A desire without want.

It Is.  I Am. You Are. We Be.

I promise you certainty.
The way the night is always roused by the morning sun.  You found my heart in this time between magic and manifestation.

I found you in the dance of the divine.
Like the Dervish whirling his way to Love. Like the earth spinning in the dance of life. When we sit on the earth and watch the stars we  are called to the same constellation.

I promise to see you the way the world will not.  I promise you will never be a casualty of my expectations. I promised this, only after i learned from the war before...

In the peace of the morning, I will always want your Sunday kind of love.  You give me this and all of the above.

the story part 5 of ?

...if your are new to the story dear reader, please go back and read the story...

part 5 :

...yes life has loosened the Goddess

broken pieces that lined the beach
become treasures in sand castles

she stopped waiting for the Captain
and was awarded her companion  

dawn breaks, the sky - blue bird
time has opened a wormhole

from dark and stormy memories
to a modern joie de vivre

the light house; towering above
is a new nest - a beacon to paradise reclaimed

sun filters through polarized lenses
and joy is evident on sun kissed faces

the surf rouses a playful spirit
the waves brough them togeher

and in the ebb and flow 
is found a new rythmn

betrayal becomes an ancient story
and hurt becomes a myth

in a dusty novel not fit for a bookcase
but bound for a starry night fire...

love was found in letting go
healing came from the inside out

It was when the Goddess learned to ride the waves
that Love surfed in on a board through the wake 

...and the story is still being written...

the journey continues

the foundation erupted 

and swallowed me  

in the darkness, ever so slowly 

like Alice, falling down the rabbit hole 

so painfully slow, 

fear became a great curiosity  

subdued by the catalysts of discovery 

and Alice gets comfortable in her own skin