waking to aurelius
"...for what kind of reasons do they love and honor?"
the words hang perfectly still in the air
as if they can be traced in the darkness
"...for what kind of reasons do they love and honor?"
where are the minds who wake from such dreams?
who ache for the answers...who quietly wait?
"...for what kind of reasons do they love and honor?"
breathing aurelius
in love and in honor