my youth walks blindly into devotion
caressing the soft skin of frail security
never knowing
or wanting to learn to let go

i whisper quietly on the streets
of familiarity
and i hold you close

west toward the setting sun

my future engages that which only god knows
as you hold me still
i never want to let you go
because i know we all follow
the sun to the west as it falls
over the brink of the horizon

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