Windflower & Gingham

They say
never take anything for what it seems
but your wandering brought you here. You
never left once you came.
Present always
in this moment.
Let us take it as it were
not once thinking. But still
knowing
in hearts of gold
when we are nothing
that this was
the stuff of dreams.
When they tell our story
it will be the same.
The end will not be mentioned.
They could never separate us.

Poetry and photography by Hazel J. Hall.