"Hold You in My Arms"

In each other's arms, we sank closer to a truth previously ignored. Will you ever want me that way again? Maybe; but you need to see me.

Our mouths so full of questions.
Our hearts refusing to prophesy.

The lover is gone or out wandering the woods or in the monastery stacking wood for winter. So I am asking: have you ever noticed how tarot cards zing in your hands when you've paired with right deck? I mean, other decks work and tell truths. But the RIGHT deck takes you to a whole new level. Do you know that feeling?

I might have drowned in the Jordan River. I might have washed up on the banks in the middle of The Great War. I might have turned into a dove and flown into the sun. I saw Icarus on the way. The question is, did we land?

November comes into being. Darkness pawing at the last of golden light. Can we hold each other again?