about finding poems in the notes section of your iPhone

Happy Sunday night!  I always go to bed at the end of weekends thinking of how I love this day -- it tends to be so full of rest and peace.

Was getting ready for sleep & found this little poem I jotted on my iPhone at some point that I can't remember now.  Maybe someday I'll revise it and make it polished; but tonight it was a gentle, kind, tiny discovery.

Sweet dreams!
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two things

I always find myself

wanting two things –

to become more of myself

and then to become less,

the way water will

stretch itself beyond

its bounds and then regrets,

pulls itself back.

I love you so hugely

that even this is split in half -

one part wanting you near,

so close that only I know

the patterns of your breath -

but then the want to share you,

to put you to the test,

to let you run like wild

horses all the depths

and deserts of the earth,

to touch everything, to make
it shimmer with beauty and worth.