REFLECTIONS, in the REFLECTION

photo by moi

We jump in the Canadian waters, under the waxing moon.

It’s light so bright, it wakes us, our splashes wake the loons.

Feeding our energetic souls, moonbeams bounce of our skin.

It dawns on us, how our love survives, regardless of joy or sin.

We talk so deep, of our journeys of an epic past, from cray to chill our adventures have been vast.

We conclude with a kiss, and come back inside to enjoy the night’s vibe.

Our creative juices flow, and we dive into Medium, I review old stories, and find this one of him.

And of me, of us.

An affirmation that thoughts past, are the same as now. Our worlds are vast, our love lives in TAO.