10 Sunday Jan 2016
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eyes that look
beyond the night
to a flame
beyond the veil
hands
that reach
for something
I can’t see
music plays
that I can’t hear
and yet
I sing along
love is shone
in ways I know
to show the way
to me
. . .
Starry-eyed Writer, Cautious Philosopher, Hopeful Romantic
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Lovely!
Cindy, so often when I sit with my father, he reaches out to a place I can’t see……….and I plead with him to show me……… ❤
beautiful, such a luminous image and so soulful, I love you too, linda
❤
No need to see or hear the melody that sings to the heart. Hugs !
that which we have written with tears and joy………
“To me
to show the way
in ways I know”
Still love your work backward and forward!
and I love you back, my friend…………..
Beautiful beyond mere words! I love this poem. Hugs B!
I’m not surprised, dearest Wendell. It speaks in the language that is spirit, words that need not place to be heard. ❤