Thy hands doth remind me

of time passing

of beauty fading

of love neverending

As they bend

and toil

print

and knead

~

Time holds no meaning

to

this ever-travelling wanderer

~

But as I find

my way into your arms

those hands

of soft

gentleness

becomes

my last stop

~

And as the hands of time

push forward,

these hands

on my lips

my arm

my ear

my smile

my heart

my soul...

...

...belong only to you

~~~~~~~~~~

This is kind of a thank-you poem to all the authors [MissBehavin, Chiki, Wistful-eyes, Alea Seikou, Dustyfall and Queen of Koorime] and readers out there who have read my work. It would have been nothing without your constant encouragement and constructive criticism. I am forever indebted to you. This poem of Kenshin finding his way to Kaoru, or Aoshi returning to Misao, is akin to us authors never-ending search for perfection. It's always there, out in the horizon, may we find it one day.

And to my true inspiration, Jerjonji and Tsuki-san: This is a dedication to your brilliance, your genius and your undying friendship. I smile at every word you write, and cry at every emotion your character feels. Thank you for your wonderful inspiration and love.