A PRIMORDIAL ASSERTION

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JOURNAL # 41

a hitch in the heart
harking back to
custodial prompts
near Edwardian by nature
the valley sings
to the surrounding hills
gestures gently layered
in sweet enchantment
call to mind
an intent so committed
though torn asunder
by earthly forces
greater for the moment
than the product of
its unpolluted creation
part the mystical forests
brush back the hair of
division
and through the galleries of
separation
the gauntlet is simple
to recognize and retrieve
love dons her armaments
to make the trek blindly
back to a home she has
yet to lay eyes upon
in more modern terms
and out look
we meet and love who we
are meant to meet
No Matter What
and I certainly didn't need
the band Bad Finger
to tell me that so clearly
in a song................
(July 20, 2014 9am)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

My simple long held view that love comes the way it is meant to come no matter how implausible to outsiders it might seem. The two involved do not find such love discovered so outrageous at all.

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