Hitchhiker With Intention

I open my heart 

to the distant whispers of love 

that hitchhike through eternity.

Seeking a momentary perch

with souls 

whom welcome light 

I gratefully accept the...

Caress of whispers,

leading me into abandon.

My interior, exterior,

flesh, thought, moments, heartbeats,

feeling, emotion and ideas ... all dishevel.

Kissing the me.

It’s ok to fade,

there’s no need to be.

The whispers clasp my hands,

I drift,

I crumble, 

come apart, 

disband.

Carried along in the

winds of time,

I atomise,

I disunite,

to reunite

with whence I came.

I am an eternal hitch hiker and I offer only

the sweetest whispers of love …..