Posted by on Sep 1, 2018 in Sandy's Blog | Comments Off on September

 

September, in the sweet tenderness of a sacred melancholy, I see your smile, feel your love in the light of that last time, that last time. I am filled with this most precious gift of your love. In this living grace, the beauty pours through my broken heart, as that golden September tore me open to the boundless, the infinite, the limitless – Now I am living immersed in the flowing radiance of an everlasting love. Follow me down to the space between the twilight and the dawn