Count the raindrops until you see me again, naked with all my wounds and gifts.
Until I see you naked with all your wounds and gifts, I will wait for you by the sea and when you arrive, I will be free

Love is a place with a name
It is animated, it moves
It moves slow, with a purpose and it moves with grace
When it moves, it moves me
When it moves me it moves me in a way that my own brain, my muscles and my conglomeration of tools that makes me move, cannot move me.
I move in certain ways and flying is not one of them.
But when Love moves me, I soar, I float, I’m suspended.
I move not here on earth but in a galaxy that opens up when Love speaks and words pour in.
Love is a place with a name
It is where you are and it is your name