24 Monday Aug 2015
Posted in Poetry
Tags
acceptance, angels, becoming, blessings, family, home, knowing, life, love, memory, self, truth, wisdom
of yesterdays
when I was five –
older yet than most
with eyes
pretending
no one
dared to swim
oceans bare
a fleeting snare
waves and wings
remember
of paths
already knowing
us to find
get me home
some other way
a dream beyond
september
hands to reach
across
into my own
. . .
Starry-eyed Writer, Cautious Philosopher, Hopeful Romantic
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