Journal Sometime in 2004 From the Desert.

I was a chill in the autumn air
I was a breeze that played in your clothes
The whisper of falling leaves.
I was the morning, clear and bright in your eyes.
I woke you with the sunrise in the perfect sky.
I was the warmth of that sunrise
The azure in that sky
and I was with you.
I was with you then
I am with you now
and will forever be.
Though we may change
Though we falter,
Though we fade.
Though we be mortal
and unsure.
The memory fades
The fire flickers
We endure.