Rose of Sharon

My lovely rose of Sharon; the lily of the valley. I will always cast my tent next to yours. We will share the same sky and stars until the day one of us crosses and I will wait by the fountain, wind, and shadow until I then see you again.

It is not enough to see the stars but to become them and for that we must close our eyes deeply. All the world under the stars travels at its own pace and we can only choose which direction but not the speed as we sail across all of time and space.

I find my life in your eyes and purpose when I hold you deeply in my arms or our fingers entwine. I accept you exactly as you are for you are my whole world. My rabbit running across the sky. My conch shell; all that I hear when I hold you up to my ear is sacred.