27 Wednesday May 2015
Posted in Poetry
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divine this, fearless, home, just, knowing, love, sacred intimacy, seasons, sometimes, time, touch, unremembering, value
to hold
what solace taking
lest I love you
from afar
til distance dimmed
and I am where
you are
held in place
by promises
a prodigal returned
across the night
ten thousand
wingless dawns
are perched upon
my windowsill
dreams I knew before
as certain now
the coming back
to find I love you
more
. . .
Starry-eyed Writer, Cautious Philosopher, Hopeful Romantic
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Outstanding!!!
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