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there’s more
I can’t tell you
of thought in search of word
– of all I feel
so much is never heard
except for in the tender
of fingers
to your skin
a shudder of surrender
to a sigh
of love
there is a language
your eyes –
they speak so well
of mysteries
no tongue can ever tell
a whisper of remember me
is music to my soul –
a coming back
tho not so far
from home
it seems
within your story
I’ve found a bit of mine
a place within your spaces
so divine
some faraway permission
to hold you just
this way
to lie awake and wonder
why you stay
so long
it doesn’t matter
what words the poet used
how long the night
in silence
held the dew
these hands shall
keep your secrets –
this heart
a solace be –
words where none
are needed
– talk to me
. . .
Beautiful.
Thank you, my dear one. I am blessed by you here. ❤
I must say this one is now one of my favorites. You are a magician with your words. You have a sense of holding and releasing with each line. I read it three times. Each time more delightful than the prior one. thank you. It brought me into an AHA moment. Have a blessed day, dear friend.
Millie, I love those aha moments. From time to time, I’ll read a book and find a line that is so beautifully written than ten thousand books could never do it justice. They’re the ones I remember long past the telling of the story – some crystal clear moment when I could see. ❤
Oh yes! I have similar experiences. Beautiful. We are so alike with words.
magnifique… <"
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a bonus: Peter and Mélanie Gabriel: 🙂
Thank you, Melanie. And thanks for the gift. ❤
Great insights; great success.
My darling Salva, your kindness is never wasted on me. I am forever grateful for the gift of you. ❤
Too kind of you. Wishing you a happy and enjoyable weekend. 🙂