Vintage Love
When age has filled us with life
I want to sit beside you
and find enchantment
in the wrinkles of your hand
I want to share the horizon
as it receives the sun
and provokes lust in the fibers of heaven
I want to hear the earth
murmur our names
when your eyes tell me
the first star has arrived
on the last night.
(Tomorrow: Communicating Heritage)
System Humanity 
Dear J,
Your humble proof reader strikes again.
There’s an s too many here: when your eyes tells me, or..?
AND the photo is marvellous!
hig BUG
b
Thanks Bosse, for the proof, the kudos and the hig BUG.