“Honey hush,”
she whispers gently,
bringing a peace to my soul
never before felt,
while time stands still,
as I attempt to catch my breath,
coming to the realization
she has me completely;
she has me forever.
Standing on ground never before stood,
I am left somewhat confused,
wondering just where it is
this road is leading,
knowing only
that I cannot turn back now;
even if I wanted to.
This fragile thread
binds us to one another,
in ways that cannot be explained,
a world within a world,
as I pray for it to hold
just a little longer,
until rescue is in sight;
“honey hush.”
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