Wednesday, April 20, 2016


The chill of space, no stars above,
familiar and unfamiliar, I've been here.
So there's nothing new about love,
nothing new about you, nothing about me.
I've traveled the life of hope and fear,
and wandered into an endless sea.

The warmth of love is within you,
in such hands that would hold and heal.
Your mere turn and look would do,
and console me in these moments of doubt.
Don't leave restless, or alone to feel,
for the word we can't live without.

Brian Francis Hudon
April 20, 2016

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