Comfort a Poem by Jeremy Matthews

Hearten soul to reach spirit in comfort to pour the cup of abundant self into another soul of union gold ever growing old but shining new true love keeps coming through and does not wax away proud or hide in fear and can't be tooled out by jealousy. It simply is and all that is is love between what is seen and felt to melt into another in comfort in both eternal resting place as if a ship sailed across a sea of time to meet crossing footprints in the sand washed away by the tide.