Keeping Score, Part 1

You belong to me, the way
The earth and sky belong
To all who open wide their lungs
And breathe in every bit of what is there —
For hearts are made of air

And I belong to you the way
The autumn burns in orange gold
As clouds look down in wonder
At a landscape of entrenched desire —
Our hearts are wreathed in fire

  The elements of our belief
  The fathoming of soul and worth
  A day of breath and burn and light
  The passion that makes turn the earth

And we belong to us, the way
That yearning night caresses day,
And love holds on to life as long
As there is yet a glint of any light —
For hearts must needs


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