Where shall I meet you
At the intersection of yesterday and forever?
Where the sun gently kisses the moon
Or at the end of the horizon gently resting on the ocean
The mountaintops caressing clouds
Made from dreams
Should I find you in the verses of poems
Or laughter of children
In the sweet smell of plumeria
Or the shade of the palm
The quiet whisper of the wave or the shriek of the seagull
Oh no, but you are in the gentle breeze of the wind
The salty wind.
That's where you are.
-LH
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