by Justine C. Tajonera
Last week, as I trudged up
and down the chilly streets
of Kyoto,
marveling at flowers
that would never bloom
here,
I hardly heard
you.
Yesterday, I finally
listened.
There is no reason
that I shouldn't hope
for the
best,
that I shouldn't
see what this is
all for.
I join my hands
with yours,
close my
eyes,
and listen
to the beating
of our
hearts.
The song we make,
no matter how brief
or how long,
will be
beautiful.
(March 16, 2010)
Image of dragonflies in a translucent origami heart from http://www.flickr.com/photos/deafredbear/244241210/
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